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If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
go we under our opinion still,
А ст ІІ.
SCEN E I.
The Grecian Camp.
Enter Ajax, and Therfites.
Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils ? full, all over, generally?
[Talking to himself. Ajax. Thersites,
Ther. And those boils did run?_Say so, did not the general run then? were not that a botchy core?
Ther. Then there would come some matter from him ; I see none now.
Our proje&t's life]–Our success absolutely depends on the selection of Ajax for this encounter.
Muf tarre the mastiff's on, &c.]-Urge them to engage, serve as the bone of contention.
• boils ? ]-biles,
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, can'st thou not hear? Feel then.
[Strikes him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel % beef-witted lord !
Ajax. Speak then, thou " vinied'st leaven, fpeak: I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? i a red murrain o'thy jade’s tricks!
Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.
me thus ?
Ajax. The proclamation -
Ther. I would, thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomeft fcab in Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as now as another.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation,
Ther. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay that thou bark'st at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therlites !
& beef-witted]-half-witted. “ I am a great eater of beef, and, I “ believe, that does harm to my wit.”.
TWELFTH NICHT, Vol. II. p. 480. Sir And. vinied's leaven]-piece of mouldy dough- unsalted : wbinnid't baven-most crooked faggot-stick. i a red murrain—" Ibe red plague rid you."
TEMPEST, Vol. I. p. 20. Cal. k porcupine, )-porpentine.
Fibe loathsomesi scab in Greece.]-alluding to the Elephantiasis, or Lepra Græcorum.
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Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a failor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whoreson cur !
[Beating him. Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!
Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord ! thou haft no more brain than I have in my elbows; may tutor thee: Thou scurvy valiant ass! thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian Nave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou !
Ajax. You dog!
[Beating him. Ther. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
Enter Achilles, and Patroclus.
Ther. You see him there, do you?
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him : for, who . soever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
Acbil. I know that, fool.
Cobloaf!)--Crusty and uneven.
pun tbee into fhivers)-pound thee into atoms, small fragments, or pieces.
an affinego]-a little ass. ? of no bowels, 1—without feeling. D 2
Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what'modicums of wit he utters! his 'evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb'd his brain, more than he has beat my bones; I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, Ajax,– who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, -I'll tell you what I say of him.
Achil. What ?
[-Ajax offers to strike bim, Achilles interposes. Ther. Has not so much wit Achil. Nay, I must hold you.
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Achil. Peace, fool !
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not : he there; that he ; look
Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Ther. I serve thee not.
Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not voluntary ! no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.
Therefore]-For that saying. I modicums)-small portions. evafons]-escapes, excursions of genius, Rights of fancy.
Ther. Even so ?-a great deal of your wit too lies in your finews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains ; 'a were as good crack a fufty nut with no kernel.
Achil. What, with me too, Therfites ?
Ther. There's Ulysses and old Nestor,—whose wit was mouldy ere your grandfires had nails on their toes,--yoke you like draft oxen, and make you plough up the war. Achil. What, what? Tber. Yes, good footh ; To, Achilles ! to, Ajax! to! Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.
Ther. 'Tis no matter ; I shall speak as much as thou, afterwards.
Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace.
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles'' brach bids me, thall I?
Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.
Tber. I will see you hang’d, like clotpoles, ere I come any more to your tents; I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
[Exit. Patr. A good riddance. Acbil. Marry this, fir, is proclaim'd through all our
Ajax, Farewell. Who shall answer him?
Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, He knew his man. Ajax. O, meaning you :-I'll go learn more of it.
[Exeunt. i brach]-spaniel.