have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldst not have slipped out of my contemplation: but it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles? What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer? Ay: the heavens hear me! Who's there? Thersites, my lord. Where, where? Art thou come? why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon? Thy commander, Achilles. Then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles? Thy lord, Thersites: then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself? Thy knower, Patroclus: then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou? Thou mayst tell that knowest. O, tell, tell. I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' knower, and Patroclus is a fool. You rascal! Peace, fool! I have not done. He is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool. Derive this; come. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool, and Patroclus is a fool positive. Why am I a fool? Make that demand of the prover. It suffices me thou art. Look you, who comes here? Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody. Come in with me, Thersites. Here is such patchery, such juggling and such knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon. Now, the dry serpigo on the subject! and war and lechery confound all! Where is Achilles? Within his tent; but ill disposed, my lord. Let it be known to him that we are here. He shent our messengers; and we lay by Our appertainments, visiting of him: Let him be told so; lest perchance he think We dare not move the question of our place, Or know not what we are. I shall say so to him. We saw him at the opening of his tent: He is not sick. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call