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Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: W. L. Godshalk

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Troilus and Cressida (Modern)
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Enter Thersites: excursions.

¶Thersi. Now they are clapper-clawing one another: Ile

¶go looke on, that dissembling abhominable varlet Diomede.

3335has got that same scuruie dooting foolish knaues sleeue of

¶Troy there in his helme. I would faine see them meete, that

¶that same young Troyan asse that loues the whore there,

¶might send that Greekish whore-masterly villaine with the

¶sleeue, back to the dissembling luxurious drabbe of a sleeue-

3340lesse arrant. Ath' tother side, the pollicie of those craftie

¶swearing raskalls; that stale old Mouse-eaten drye cheese

¶Nestor: and that same dogge-foxe Ulisses, is not proou'd

¶worth a Black-berry. They set mee vp in pollicie, that

¶mongrill curre Aiax, against that dogge of as bad a

3345kinde Achilles. And now is the curre Aiax, prouder then

¶the curre Achilles, and will not arme to day. Where-vpon

¶the Grecians began to proclaime barbarisme, and pollicie

¶growes into an ill opinion. Soft here comes sleeue & tother.

¶Troy. Flye not, for shouldst thou take the riuer Stix, I

¶would swim after,

¶Diomed. Thou doost miscall retire,

¶I doe not flie, but aduantagious care,

3355With-drew me from the ods of multitude, haue at thee?

¶Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore Troian,

¶Now the sleeue, now the sleeue.

Enter Hector.

3360Hect. What art Greeke, art thou for Hectors match.

¶Art thou of bloud and honour.

¶Ther. No, no, I am a rascall, a scuruy rayling knaue, a very

¶filthy roague.

¶Hect. I do beleeue thee, liue.

3365Ther. God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me, but a plague

¶breake thy neck --- for frighting me: whats become of the

¶wenching roagues? I thinke they haue swallowed one ano-

¶ther. I would laugh at that miracle----yet in a sort lechery

¶eates it selfe, ile seeke them.

Exit.