would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another. I say, the proclamation! Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at Proserpine's beauty, ay, that thou barkest at him. Mistress Thersites! Thou shouldest strike him. Cobloaf! He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit. You whoreson cur! Do, do. Thou stool for a witch! Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego may tutor thee: thou scurvy-valiant ass! thou art here but to thrash Trojans; and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou! You dog! You scurvy lord! You cur! Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do. Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now, Thersites! what's the matter, man? You see him there, do you? Ay; what's the matter? Nay, look upon him. So I do: what's the matter? Nay, but regard him well. 'Well!' why, I do so. But yet you look not well upon him; for whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax. I know that, fool. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. Therefore I beat thee. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his brain more than he has beat my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth the nineth part of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly and his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of him. What? I say, this Ajax-- Nay, good Ajax. Has not so much wit-- Nay, I must hold you. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight. Peace, fool! I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not: he there: that he: look you there. O thou damned cur! I shall-- Will you set your wit to a fool's? No, I warrant you;