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Troilus and Cressida: Act V, Scene 4

Troilus and Cressida
Act V, Scene 4

The plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.

  1. Alarum. Enter Thersites. Excursions.


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  1. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I’ll go look on.
  2. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that
  3. same scurvy doting foolish young knave’s sleeve of Troy
  4. there in his helm. I would fain see them meet, that that
  5. same young Troyan ass, that loves the whore there, might
  6. send that Greekish whoremasterly villain with the sleeve
  7. back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless
  8. arrant. A’ th’ t’ other side, the policy of those crafty
  9. swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese,
  10. Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not prov’d worth
  11. a blackberry. They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur,
  12. Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now
  13. is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not
  14. arm today; whereupon the Grecians began to proclaim
  15. barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
  16. Enter Diomedes, and Troilus following.
  17. Soft, here comes sleeve and t’ other.


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  1. Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
  2. I would swim after.


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  1.                     Thou dost miscall retire.
  2. I do not fly, but advantageous care
  3. Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
  4. Have at thee!


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  1. Hold thy whore, Grecian!—now for thy whore, Troyan!—now the
  2. sleeve, now the sleeve!
  1. Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes fighting.
  1. Enter Hector.


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  1. What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?
  2. Art thou of blood and honor?


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  1. No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy railing knave, a very filthy
  2. rogue.


  1. I do believe thee, live.
  1. Exit.


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  1. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me, but a plague break
  2. thy neckfor frighting me! What’s become of the wenching
  3. rogues? I think they have swallow’d one another. I would
  4. laugh at that miracleyet in a sort lechery eats itself.
  5. I’ll seek them.
  1. Exit.
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