2872Which with my Cemitar Ile coole to morrow:

2873Patroclus, let vs Feast him to the hight.

2874Pat. Heere comes Thersites. Enter Thersites.

2875Achil. How now, thou core of Enuy?

2876Thou crusty batch of Nature, what's the newes?

2877Ther. Why thou picture of what thou seem'st, & Idoll

2878of Ideot-worshippers, here's a Letter for thee.

2879Achil. From whence, Fragment?

2880Ther. Why thou full dish of Foole, from Troy.

2881Pat. Who keepes the Tent now?

2882Ther. The Surgeons box, or the Patients wound.

2883Patr. Well said aduersity, and what need these tricks?

2884Ther. Prythee be silent boy, I profit not by thy talke,

2885thou art thought to be Achilles male Varlot.

2886Patro. Male Varlot you Rogue? What's that?

2887Ther. Why his masculine Whore. Now the rotten

2888diseases of the South, guts-griping Ruptures, Catarres,

2889Loades a grauell i'th'backe, Lethargies, cold Palsies, and

2890the like, take and take againe, such prepostrous discoue-

2891ries.

2892Pat. Why thou damnable box of enuy thou, what

2893mean'st thou to curse thus?

2894Ther. Do I curse thee?

2895Patr. Why no, you ruinous But, you whorson indi-

2896stinguishable Curre.

2897Ther. No? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle,

2898immateriall skiene of Sleyd silke; thou greene Sarcenet

2899flap for a sore eye, thou tassell of a Prodigals purse thou:

2900Ah how the poore world is pestred with such water-flies,

2901diminutiues of Nature.

2902Pat. Out gall.

2903Ther. Finch Egge.

2904Ach. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite

2905From my great purpose in to morrowes battell:

2906Heere is a Letter from Queene Hecuba,

2907A token from her daughter, my faire Loue,

2908Both taxing me, and gaging me to keepe

2909An Oath that I haue sworne. I will not breake it,

2910Fall Greekes, faile Fame, Honor or go, or stay,

2911My maior vow lyes heere; this Ile obay:

2912Come, come Thersites, helpe to trim my Tent,

2913This night in banquetting must all be spent.

2914Away Patroclus. Exit.

2915Ther. With too much bloud, and too little Brain, these

2916two may run mad: but if with too much braine, and too

2917little blood, they do, Ile be a curer of madmen. Heere's

2918Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loues

2919Quailes, but he has not so much Braine as eare-wax; and

2920the goodly transformation of Iupiter there his Brother,

2921the Bull, the primatiue Statue, and oblique memoriall of

2922Cuckolds, a thrifty shooing-horne in a chaine, hanging

2923at his Brothers legge, to what forme but that he is, shold

2924wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turne

2925him too: to an Asse were nothing; hee is both Asse and

2926Oxe; to an Oxe were nothing, hee is both Oxe and Asse:

2927to be a Dogge, a Mule, a Cat, a Fitchew, a Toade, a Li-

2928zard, an Owle, a Puttocke, or a Herring without a Roe,

2929I would not care: but to be Menelaus, I would conspire

2930against Destiny. Aske me not what I would be, if I were

2931not Thersites: for I care not to bee the lowse of a Lazar,

2932so I were not Menelaus. Hoy-day, spirits and fires.

2935Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.

2936Aiax. No yonder 'tis, there where we see the light.

2937Hect. I trouble you.

2938Aiax. No, not a whit.

2940Vlys. Heere comes himselfe to guide you?

2941Achil. Welcome braue Hector, welcome Princes all.

2942Agam. So now faire Prince of Troy, I bid goodnight,

2943Aiax commands the guard to tend on you.

2944Hect. Thanks, and goodnight to the Greeks general.

2945Men. Goodnight my Lord.

2946Hect. Goodnight sweet Lord Menelaus.

2947Ther. Sweet draught: sweet quoth-a? sweet sinke,

2948sweet sure.

2949Achil. Goodnight and welcom, both at once, to those

2950that go, or tarry.

2951Aga. Goodnight.

2952Achil. Old Nestor tarries, and you too Diomed,

2953Keepe Hector company an houre, or two.

2954Dio. I cannot Lord, I haue important businesse,

2955The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Hector.

2956Hect. Giue me your hand.

2957Ulys. Follow his Torch, he goes to Chalcas Tent,

2958Ile keepe you company.

2959Troy. Sweet sir, you honour me.

2960Hect. And so good night.

2961Achil. Come, come, enter my Tent. Exeunt.

2962Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted Rogue, a

2963most vniust Knaue; I will no more trust him when hee

2964leeres, then I will a Serpent when he hisses: he will spend

2965his mouth & promise, like Brabler the Hound; but when

2966he performes, Astronomers foretell it, that it is prodigi-

2967ous, there will come some change: the Sunne borrowes

2968of the Moone when Diomed keepes his word. I will ra-

2969ther leaue to see Hector, then not to dogge him: they say,

2970he keepes a Troyan Drab, and vses the Traitour Chalcas

2971his Tent. Ile after---Nothing but Letcherie? All

2972incontinent Varlets. Exeunt

2974Dio. What are you vp here ho? speake?

2975Chal. Who cals?

2976Dio. Diomed, Chalcas (I thinke) wher's you Daughter?

2977Chal. She comes to you.

2979Vlis. Stand where the Torch may not discouer vs.

2981Troy. Cressid comes forth to him.

2982Dio. How now my charge?

2983Cres. Now my sweet gardian: harke a word with you.

2984Troy. Yea, so familiar?

2985Vlis. She will sing any man at first sight.

2986Ther. And any man may finde her, if he can take her

2987life: she's noted.

2988Dio. Will you remember?

2989Cal. Remember? yes.

2990Dio. Nay, but doe then; and let your minde be cou-

2991pled with your words.

2992Troy. What should she remember?

2993Vlis. List?

2994Cres. Sweete hony Greek, tempt me no more to folly.

2995Ther. Roguery.

2996Dio. Nay then.

2997Cres. Ile tell you what.

2998Dio. Fo, fo, eome tell a pin, you are a forsworne.-----

2999Cres. In faith I cannot: what would you haue me do?

3000Ther. A iugling tricke, to be secretly open.

3001Dio. What did you sweare you would bestow on me?

3002Cres. I prethee do not hold me to mine oath,

3003Bid me doe not any thing but that sweete Greeke.