SCENE IVPlains between Troy and the Grecian camp.
Now they are clapper-clawing one
another; I'll go look on. That dissembling
abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same
scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of
Troy there in his helm: I would fain see them
meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that
loves the whore there, might send that Greekish
whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve,
back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a
sleeveless errand. O' the t'other side, the
policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that
stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and
that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved
worth a blackberry: they set me up, in policy,
that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of
as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur
Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will
not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin
to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows
into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve,
and t'other. Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro.
20Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
I would swim after.
Thou dost miscall retire:
I do not fly, but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!
Hold thy whore, Grecian!--now
for thy whore, Trojan!-now the sleeve, now
the sleeve! [Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting. Enter HECTOR. Hect.
What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
Art thou of blood and honor?
No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy
railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect.
I do believe thee: live. [Exit. Ther.
God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe
me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting
me! What's become of the wenching rogues?
I think they have swallowed one another: I
would laugh at that miracle; yet, in a sort,
lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit.