Thers. You say! why you never said any thing in all your life. But, since you will know, it is proclaimed through the army, that Hector is to cudgel you to-morrow.
Achil. How, cudgel him, Thersites!
Thers. Nay, you may take a child's part on't if you have so much courage, for Hector has challenged the toughest of the Greeks; and it is in dispute which of your two heads is the soundest timber. A knotty piece of work he'll have betwixt your noddles.
Achil. If Hector be to fight with any Greek,
He knows his man.
Ajax. Yes; he may know his man without art magic.
Thers. So he had need; for, to my certain knowledge, neither of you two are conjurers to inform him.
Achil. to Ajax. You do not mean yourself, sure?
Ajax. I mean nothing.
Thers. Thou mean'st so always.
Achil. Umh! mean nothing!