Troilus and Cressida
Act 5, Scene 4
The plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.
- Alarum. Enter Thersites. Excursions.
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- 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 sleeveless
- arrant. 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 today; whereupon the Grecians began to proclaim
- barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
- Enter Diomedes, and Troilus following.
- Soft, here comes sleeve and t’ other.
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- Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
- I would swim after.
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- Thou dost miscall retire.
- I do not fly, but advantageous care
- Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
- Have at thee!
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- Hold thy whore, Grecian!—now for thy whore, Troyan!—now the
- sleeve, now the sleeve!
- Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes fighting.
- Enter Hector.
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- What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?
- Art thou of blood and honor?
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- No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy railing knave, a very filthy
- I do believe thee, live.
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- 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 swallow’d one another. I would
- laugh at that miracle—yet in a sort lechery eats itself.
- I’ll seek them.