Ther. Then would come some matter from him; I see[1266]
none now.
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? 10
Feel, then. [Strikes him.[1267]
Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
beef-witted lord!
Ajax. Speak then, thou vinewed'st leaven, speak: I[1268]
will beat thee into handsomeness. 15
Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but,
I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou[1269]
learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst[1270]
thou? a red murrain o' thy jade's tricks![1271]
Ajax. Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.[1272] 20
Ther. Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest
me thus?
Ajax. The proclamation!
Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.[1273]
Ajax. Do not, porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.[1274] 25