ACT V - SCENE IV. Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.
Alarums: excursions. Enter THERSITES
1 Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go 2 look on. That dissembling abominable varlets Diomed, 3 has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's 4 sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see 5 them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that 6 loves the whore there, might send that Greekish 7 whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the 8 dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. 9 O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty 10 swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry 11 cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is 12 not proved worthy a blackberry: they set me up, in 13 policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of 14 as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax 15 prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm 16 to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim 17 barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. 18 Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following
19 Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx, 20 I would swim after.
21 Thou dost miscall retire: 22 I do not fly, but advantageous care 23 Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: 24 Have at thee!
25 Hold thy whore, Grecian!--now for thy whore, 26 Trojan!--now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting
27 What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? 28 Art thou of blood and honour?
29 No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave: 30 a very filthy rogue.
31 I do believe thee: live.
32 God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a 33 plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's 34 become of the wenching rogues? I think they have 35 swallowed one another: I would laugh at that 36 miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. 37 I'll seek them.