THERSITES.
You scurvy lord!
AJAX.
You cur!
[Strikes him.]
THERSITES.
Mars his idiot! Do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
ACHILLES.
Why, how now, Ajax! Wherefore do ye thus?
How now, Thersites! What’s the matter, man?
THERSITES.
You see him there, do you?
ACHILLES.
Ay; what’s the matter?
THERSITES.
Nay, look upon him.
ACHILLES.
So I do. What’s the matter?