Enter Ajax and Thersites.
AJAX.
Thersites!
THERSITES.
Agamemnon—how if he had boils, full, all over, generally?
AJAX.
Thersites!
THERSITES.
And those boils did run—say so. Did not the general run then? Were not that a botchy core?
AJAX.
Dog!
THERSITES.
Then there would come some matter from him;
I see none now.
AJAX.
Thou bitch-wolf’s son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.
[Strikes him.]
THERSITES.
The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord!