Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll 3334go look on. That dissembling, abominable varlet, Diomed, 3335has got that same scurvy, doting, foolish young 3336knave's sleeve of Troy there in his helm. I would fain 3337see them meet, that that same young Trojan ass that loves 3338the whore there might send that Greekish whoremasterly 3339villain with the sleeve back to the dissembling, 3340luxurious drab of a sleeveless errant. O'th't'other side, 3341the policy of those crafty swearing rascals -- that stale 3342old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, 3343Ulysses -- is not proved worth a blackberry. They set 3344me up in policy that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that 3345dog of as bad a kind, Achilles. And now is the cur 3346Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm 3347today. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaim 3348barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.

5.4.23350Soft, here comes sleeve and th'other.

Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx,

5.4.43352I would swim after.

I would swim after. Thou dost miscall retire.

5.4.53354I do not fly, but advantageous care

5.4.63355Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.

5.4.73356Have at thee.

Hold thy whore, Grecian. Now for thy whore, 3358Trojan. Now the sleeve, now the sleeve.

What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector's match?

5.4.103361Art thou of blood and honor?

No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy, railing knave, 3363a very filthy rogue.

I do believe thee. Live.

God-a-mercy that thou wilt believe me. But a 3366plague break thy neck for frighting me. What's become 3367of the wenching rogues? I think they have 3368swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle 3369-yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.