Thers. Would the fountain of his mind were clear, that he might see an ass in it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance.
[Aside.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Diomedes, and Menelaus.
Patro. Look, who comes here.
Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody;—come in after me, Thersites.
[Exeunt Achilles and Thersites.
Again. Where's Achilles?
Patro. Within, but ill disposed, my lord.
Men. We saw him at the opening of his tent.
Again. Let it be known to him, that we are here.
Patro. I shall say so to him.[Exit Patroc.
Diom. I know he is not sick.