Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Troylus and Cressida/Act 5 Scene 4
Enter Thersites in excursion.
Ther.
Now they are clapper-clawing one another, Ile
goe looke on: that dissembling abhominable varlet. Diomede,
has got that same scuruie, doting, foolish yong
knaues Sleeue of Troy, there in his Helme: I would faine
see them meet; that, that same yong Troian asse, that loues
the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-maisterly
villaine, with the Sleeue, backe to the dissembling
luxurious drabbe, of a sleeuelesse errant. O'th' tother side,
the pollicie of those craftie swearing rascals; that stole
old Mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor: and that same dog-foxe
Vlisses is not prou'd worth a Black-berry. They set
me vp in pollicy, that mungrill curre Aiax against that
dogge of as bad a kinde, Achilles. And now is the curre
Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles, and will not arme
to day. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime
barbarisme; and pollicie growes into an ill opinion.
Enter Diomed and Troylus.
Soft, here comes Sleeue, and th'other.
Now they are clapper-clawing one another, Ile
goe looke on: that dissembling abhominable varlet. Diomede,
has got that same scuruie, doting, foolish yong
knaues Sleeue of Troy, there in his Helme: I would faine
see them meet; that, that same yong Troian asse, that loues
the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-maisterly
villaine, with the Sleeue, backe to the dissembling
luxurious drabbe, of a sleeuelesse errant. O'th' tother side,
the pollicie of those craftie swearing rascals; that stole
old Mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor: and that same dog-foxe
Vlisses is not prou'd worth a Black-berry. They set
me vp in pollicy, that mungrill curre Aiax against that
dogge of as bad a kinde, Achilles. And now is the curre
Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles, and will not arme
to day. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime
barbarisme; and pollicie growes into an ill opinion.
Enter Diomed and Troylus.
Soft, here comes Sleeue, and th'other.
Troy.
Flye not: for should'st thou take the Riuer Stix,
I would swim after.
Flye not: for should'st thou take the Riuer Stix,
I would swim after.
Diom.
Thou do'st miscall retire:
I doe not flye; but aduantagious care
Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude:
Haue at thee?
Thou do'st miscall retire:
I doe not flye; but aduantagious care
Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude:
Haue at thee?
Ther.
Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore
Troian: Now the Sleeue, now the Sleeue.
Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore
Troian: Now the Sleeue, now the Sleeue.
Enter Hector.
Hect.
What art thou Greek? art thou for Hectors match?
Art thou of bloud, and honour?
What art thou Greek? art thou for Hectors match?
Art thou of bloud, and honour?
Ther.
No, no: I am a rascall: a scuruie railing knaue:
a very filthy roague.
No, no: I am a rascall: a scuruie railing knaue:
a very filthy roague.
Hect.
I doe beleeue thee, liue.
I doe beleeue thee, liue.
Ther.
God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me; but a
plague breake thy necke———for frighting me: what's
become of the wenching rogues? I thinke they haue
swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle———
Exit.yet in a sort, lecherie eates it selfe; Ile seeke them.
God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me; but a
plague breake thy necke———for frighting me: what's
become of the wenching rogues? I thinke they haue
swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle———
Exit.yet in a sort, lecherie eates it selfe; Ile seeke them.