Troilus and Cressida

ACT V
Scene 4.

The plain between Troy and the Grecian camp

Enter THERSITES. Excursions

THERSITES
Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look
on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same
scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there in his
helm. I would fain see them meet, that that same young Troyan ass
that loves the whore there might send that Greekish whoremasterly
villain with the sleeve back to the dissembling luxurious drab of
a sleeve-less errand. A th' t'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 prov'd 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.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following

TROILUS
Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx
I would swim after.

DIOMEDES
Thou dost miscall retire.
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
Have at thee.

THERSITES
Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore,
Troyan-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES fighting

Enter HECTOR

HECTOR
What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector's match?
Art thou of blood and honour?

THERSITES
No, no-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very
filthy rogue.

HECTOR
I do believe thee. Live.

Exit

THERSITES
God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague
break thy neck for frighting me! What's 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. I'll seek
them.

Exit