MILES.
What needeth this boast? I am here at hand,
That with thee will fight; keep thy head, and stand!
Surely for all thy high words I will not fear
To assay thee a touch, till some blood appear;
I will give thee somewhat for the gift of a new year.
[And he beginneth to fight with him, but Thersites must run away, and hide him behind his mother's back, saying: