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Reference: ¶2v - Tragedies, p. [4]

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Troylus and Cressida. In ranke Achilles, must or now be cropt, Or shedding breed a Nursery of like euil
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To ouer‑bulke vs all.
Nest.

Wel, and how?

Vlys. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, How euer it is spred in general name, Relates in purpose onely to Achilles. Nest.
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The purpose is perspicuous euen as substance, Whose grossenesse little charracters summe vp, And in the publication make no straine, But that Achilles, were his braine as barren As bankes of Lybia, though ( Apollo knowes)
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'Tis dry enough, wil with great speede of judgement, I, with celerity, finde Hectors purpose Printing on him.
Vlys.

And wake him to the answer, thinke you?

Nest. Yes,'tis most meet; who may you else oppose
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That can from Hector bring his Honor off, If not Achilles; though't be a sportfull Combate, Yet in this triall, much opinion dwels. For heere the Troyans taste our deer'st repute With their fin'st Pallate: and trust to me Vlysses,
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Our imputation shall be oddely poiz'd In this wilde action. For the successe (Although particular) shall giue a scantling Of good or bad, vnto the Generall: And in such Indexes although small prickes
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To their subsequent Volumes, there is seene The baby figure of the Gyant‑masse Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd, He that meets Hector, issues from our choyse; And choise being mutuall acte of all our soules,
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Make Merit her election, and doth boyle As 'twere, from forth vs all: a man distill'd Out of our Vertues; who miscarrying, What heart from hence receyues the conqu'ring part To steele a strong opinion to themselues,
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Which entertain'd, Limbes are in his instruments, In no lesse working, then are Swords and Bowes Directiue by the Limbes.
Vlys. Giue pardon to my speech: Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector:
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Let vs (like Merchants) shew our fowlest Wares, And thinke perchance they'1 fell: If not, The luster of the better yet to shew, Shall shew the better. Do not consent, That euer Hector and Achilles meete:
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For both our Honour, and our Shame in this, Are dogg'd with two strange Followers.
Nest. I see them not with my old eies: what are they? Vlys. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, (Were he not proud) we all should weare with him:
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But he already is too insolent, And we were better parch in Affricke Sunne, Then in the pride and salt scorne of his eyes Should he scape Hector faire. If he were soyld, Why then we did our maine opinion crush
[820]
In taint of our best man. No, make a Lott'ry, And by deuice let blockish Aiax draw The sort to fight with Hector: Among our selues, Giue him allowance as the worthier man, For that will physicke the great Myrmidon
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Who broyles in lowd applause, and make him fall His Crest, that prouder then blew Iris bends. If the dull brainlesse Aiax come safe off, Wee'l dresse him vp in voyces: if he faile,

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Yet go we vnder our opinion still,
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That we haue better men. But hit or misse, Our proiects life this shape of sence assumes, Aiax imploy'd, pluckes downe Achilles Plumes.
Nest. Now Vlysses, I begin to rellish thy aduice, And I wil giue a taste of it forthwith
[835]
To Agamemnon, go we to him straight: Two Curres shal tame each other, Pride alone Must tarre the Mastiffes on, as 'twere their bone.
Exeunt
[Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Aiax, and Thersites. Aia.

Thersites?

Ther.

Agamemnon, how if he had Biles (ful) all ouer

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generally.

Aia.

Thersites?

Ther.

And those Byles did runne, say so; did not the

General run, were not that a botchy core?

Aia.

Dogge.

Ther.
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Then there would come some matter from him: I see none now.
Aia. Thou Bitch‑Wolfes‑Sonne, canst thou not heare? Feele then. strikes him. Ther.

The plague of Greece vpon thee thou Mungrel

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beefe‑witted Lord.

Aia.

Speake then you whinid'st leauen speake, I will

beate thee into handsomnesse.

Ther.

I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse:

but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con an Oration, then thou

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learn a prayer without booke: Thou canst strike, canst

thou? A red Murren o'th thy Iades trickes.

Aia.

Toads stoole, learne me the Proclamation.

Ther.

Doest thou thinke I haue no sence thou strik'st

(me thus?

Aia.
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The Proclamation.

Ther.

Thou art proclaim'd a foole, I thinke.

Aia.

Do not Porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.

Ther.

I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and

I had the scratching of thee, I would make thee the loth­

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som'st scab in Greece.

Aia.

I say the Proclamation.

Ther.

Thou grumblest & railest euery houre on chilles and thou art as ful of enuy at his greatnes, as Cer­ berus is at Proserpina's beauty. I, that thou barkst at him.

Aia.
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Mistresse Thersites.

Ther.

Thou should'st strike him

Aia.

Coblofe.

Ther.

He would pun thee into shiuers with his fist, as

A Sailor breakes a bisket.

Aia.
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You horson Curre.

Ther.

Do, do.

Aia.

Thou stoole for a Witch.

Ther.

I, do, do, thou sodden‑witted Lord: thou hast

no more braine then I haue in mine elbows: An Asinico

[880]

may tutor thee. Thou scuruy valiant Asse, thou art heere

but to thresh Troyans, and thou art bought and solde a­

mong those of any wit, like a Barbarian slaue. If thou vfe

to beat me, I wil begin at thy heele and tel what thou art

by inches thou thing of no bowels thou.

Aia.
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You dogge.

Ther.

You scuruy Lord.

Aia.

You Curre.

Ther.

Mars his Ideot: do rudenes, do Camell, do, do.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. Why how now Aiax? wherefore do you this?
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How now Thersites? what's the matter man?
Ther.

You see him there, do you?

Achil.

I, what's the matter.

Ther.

Nay looke vpon him.

Achil.

So I do: what's the matter?

Ther.

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[Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Aiax, and Thersites. Aia.

Thersites?

Ther.

Agamemnon, how if he had Biles (ful) all ouer

[840]

generally.

Aia.

Thersites?

Ther.

And those Byles did runne, say so; did not the

General run, were not that a botchy core?

Aia.

Dogge.

Ther.
[845]
Then there would come some matter from him: I see none now.
Aia. Thou Bitch‑Wolfes‑Sonne, canst thou not heare? Feele then. strikes him. Ther.

The plague of Greece vpon thee thou Mungrel

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beefe‑witted Lord.

Aia.

Speake then you whinid'st leauen speake, I will

beate thee into handsomnesse.

Ther.

I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse:

but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con an Oration, then thou

[855]

learn a prayer without booke: Thou canst strike, canst

thou? A red Murren o'th thy Iades trickes.

Aia.

Toads stoole, learne me the Proclamation.

Ther.

Doest thou thinke I haue no sence thou strik'st

(me thus?

Aia.
[860]

The Proclamation.

Ther.

Thou art proclaim'd a foole, I thinke.

Aia.

Do not Porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.

Ther.

I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and

I had the scratching of thee, I would make thee the loth­

[865]

som'st scab in Greece.

Aia.

I say the Proclamation.

Ther.

Thou grumblest & railest euery houre on chilles and thou art as ful of enuy at his greatnes, as Cer­ berus is at Proserpina's beauty. I, that thou barkst at him.

Aia.
[870]

Mistresse Thersites.

Ther.

Thou should'st strike him

Aia.

Coblofe.

Ther.

He would pun thee into shiuers with his fist, as

A Sailor breakes a bisket.

Aia.
[875]

You horson Curre.

Ther.

Do, do.

Aia.

Thou stoole for a Witch.

Ther.

I, do, do, thou sodden‑witted Lord: thou hast

no more braine then I haue in mine elbows: An Asinico

[880]

may tutor thee. Thou scuruy valiant Asse, thou art heere

but to thresh Troyans, and thou art bought and solde a­

mong those of any wit, like a Barbarian slaue. If thou vfe

to beat me, I wil begin at thy heele and tel what thou art

by inches thou thing of no bowels thou.

Aia.
[885]

You dogge.

Ther.

You scuruy Lord.

Aia.

You Curre.

Ther.

Mars his Ideot: do rudenes, do Camell, do, do.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. Why how now Aiax? wherefore do you this?
[890]
How now Thersites? what's the matter man?
Ther.

You see him there, do you?

Achil.

I, what's the matter.

Ther.

Nay looke vpon him.

Achil.

So I do: what's the matter?

Ther.
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Nay but regard him well.

Achil.

Well, why I do so.

Ther.

But yet you looke not well vpon him: for who

some euer you take him to be, he is Aiax.

Achil.

I know that foole.

Ther.
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I, but that foole knowes not himselfe.

Aiax.

Therefore I beate thee.

Ther.

Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicumes of wit he vtters: his

euasions haue eares thus long. I haue bobb'd his Braine

more then he has beate my bones: I will buy nine Spar­

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rowes for a peny, and his Piamater is not worth the ninth

part of a Sparrow. This Lord ( Achilles) Aiax who wears

his wit in his belly, and his guttes in his head, Ile tell you

what I say of him.

Achil.

What?

Ther.
[910]

I say this Ajax

Achil.

Nay good Aiax.

Ther.

Has not so much wit.

Achil.

Nay, 1 must hold you.

Ther. As will stop the eye of Helens Needle, for whom he comes to fight. Achil.
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Peace foole.

Ther.

I would haue peace and quietnes, but the foole

will not: he there, that he, looke you there.

Aiax.

O thou damn'd Curre, I shall⸺

Achil.

Will you set your wit to a Fooles.

Ther.
[920]

No I warrant you, for a fooles will shame it.

Pat.

Good words Thersites.

Achil.

What's the quarrell?

Aiax.

I bad thee vile Owle, goe learne me the tenure

Of the Proclamation, and he sayles vpon me.

Ther.
[925]
I serue thee not.
Aiax.

Well, go too, go too.

Ther.

I serue heere voluntary.

Achil.

Your last seruice was sufferance, 'twas not vo­

luntary, no man is beaten voluntary: Aiax was heere the

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voluntary, and you as vnder an Impresse.

Ther.

E'neso, a great deale of your wit too lies in your

sinnewes, or else there be Liars, Hector shall haue a great

catch, if he knocke out either of your braines, he were as

good cracke a fustie nut with no kernell.

Achil.
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What with me to Thersites?

Ther.

There's Vlysses, and old Nestor, whose Wit was

mouldy ere their Grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke

you like draft­

Oxen, and make you plough vp the warre.

Achil.
[940]

What? what?

Ther.

Yes good sooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to⸺

Aiax.

I shall cut out your tongue.

Ther. 'Tis no matter, I shall speake as much as thou afterwards. Pat.

No more words Thersites.

Ther.
[945]

I will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids

me, shall I?

Achil. There's for you Patroclus. Ther.

I wil see you hang'd like Clotpoles ere I come

any more to your Tents; I will keepe where there is wit

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stirring, and leaue the faction of fooles.

Exit. Pat.

A good riddance.

Achil. Marry this Sir is proclaim'd through al our host, That Hector by the fift houre of the Sunne, Will with a Trumpet,'twixt our Tents and Troy
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To morrow morning call some Knight to Armes, That hath a stomacke, and such a one that dare Maintaine I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.
Aiax.

Farewell? who shall answer him?

Achil. I know not,'tis put to Lottry: otherwise
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He knew his man.
Aiax. O meaning you, I wil go learne more of it. Exit.
 

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      <p n="912">Has not so much wit.</p>
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      <p n="913">Nay, 1 must hold you.</p>
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      <p n="915">Peace foole.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="916">I would haue peace and quietnes, but the foole
      <lb n="917"/>will not: he there, that he, looke you there.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="918">O thou damn'd Curre, I shall⸺</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="919">Will you set your wit to a Fooles.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="920">No I warrant you, for a fooles will shame it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pat.</speaker>
      <p n="921">Good words<hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="922">What's the quarrell?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="923">I bad thee vile Owle, goe learne me the tenure
      <lb n="924"/>Of the Proclamation, and he sayles vpon me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <l n="925">I serue thee not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="926">Well, go too, go too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="927">I serue heere voluntary.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="928">Your last seruice was sufferance, 'twas not vo­
      <lb n="929"/>luntary, no man is beaten voluntary:<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>was heere the
      <lb n="930"/>voluntary, and you as vnder an Impresse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="931">E'neso, a great deale of your wit too lies in your
      <lb n="932"/>sinnewes, or else there be Liars,<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>shall haue a great
      <lb n="933"/>catch, if he knocke out either of your braines, he were as
      <lb n="934"/>good cracke a fustie nut with no kernell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="935">What with me to<hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="936">There's<hi rend="italic">Vlysses</hi>, and old<hi rend="italic">Nestor</hi>, whose Wit was
      <lb n="937"/>mouldy ere their Grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke
      <lb n="938"/>you like draft­
      <lb n="939"/>Oxen, and make you plough vp the warre.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="940">What? what?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="941">Yes good sooth, to<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>, to<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>, to⸺</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="942">I shall cut out your tongue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <l n="943">'Tis no matter, I shall speake as much as thou
      <lb/>afterwards.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pat.</speaker>
      <p n="944">No more words<hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="945">I will hold my peace when<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>Brooch bids
      <lb n="946"/>me, shall I?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <l n="947">There's for you<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="948">I wil see you hang'd like Clotpoles ere I come
      <lb n="949"/>any more to your Tents; I will keepe where there is wit
      <lb n="950"/>stirring, and leaue the faction of fooles.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pat.</speaker>
      <p n="951">A good riddance.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <l n="952">Marry this Sir is proclaim'd through al our host,</l>
      <l n="953">That<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>by the fift houre of the Sunne,</l>
      <l n="954">Will with a Trumpet,'twixt our Tents and Troy</l>
      <l n="955">To morrow morning call some Knight to Armes,</l>
      <l n="956">That hath a stomacke, and such a one that dare</l>
      <l n="957">Maintaine I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="958">Farewell? who shall answer him?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <l n="959">I know not,'tis put to Lottry: otherwise</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="960">He knew his man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <l n="961">O meaning you, I wil go learne more of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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