3333Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, Ile

3334goe looke on: that dissembling abhominable varlet Dio-

3335mede, has got that same scuruie, doting, foolish yong

3336knaues Sleeue of Troy, there in his Helme: I would faine

3337see them meet; that, that same yong Troian asse, that loues

3338the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-mai-

3339sterly villaine, with the Sleeue, backe to the dissembling

3340luxurious drabbe, of a sleeuelesse errant. O'th'tother side,

3341the pollicie of those craftie swearing rascals; that stole

3342old Mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor: and that same dog-

3343foxe Vlisses is not prou'd worth a Black-berry. They set

3344me vp in pollicy, that mungrill curre Aiax, against that

3345dogge of as bad a kinde, Achilles. And now is the curre

3346Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles, and will not arme

3347to day. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime

3348barbarisme; and pollicie growes into an ill opinion.

3350Soft, here comes Sleeue, and th'other.

3351Troy. Flye not: for should'st thou take the Riuer Stix,

3352I would swim after.

3353Diom. Thou do'st miscall retire:

3354I doe not flye; but aduantagious care

3355Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude:

3356Haue at thee?

3357Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore

3358Troian: Now the Sleeue, now the Sleeue.

3360Hect. What art thou Greek? art thou for Hectors match?

3361Art thou of bloud, and honour?

3362Ther. No, no: I am a rascall: a scuruie railing knaue:

3363a very filthy roague.

3364Hect. I doe beleeue thee, liue.

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

3366plague breake thy necke---for frighting me: what's be-

3367come of the wenching rogues? I thinke they haue

3368swallowed one another. I would laugh at that mira-

3369cle----yet in a sort, lecherie eates it selfe: Ile seeke them.