|William Shakespeare (15641616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.|
|Troilus and Cressida|
|Act V. Scene IV.|
Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter THERSITES.
| Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; Ill go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knaves sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O the other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals,that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth a blackberry: they set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve, and t other.|
Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.
| Tro. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,|| 5|
|I would swim after.|
| Dio. Thou dost miscall retire:|
|I do not fly; but advantageous care|
|Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.|
|Have at thee!|| 10|
| Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! now for thy whore, Trojan! now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.|
| Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hectors match?|
|Art thou of blood and honour?|
| Ther. No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.|| 15|
| Hect. I do believe thee: live. [Exit.|
| Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting me! Whats become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle; yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. Ill seek them. [Exit.|