Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I
had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest
scab in Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions,[1275]
thou strikest as slow as another.[1275]
Ajax. I say, the proclamation! 30
Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles,
and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus
is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that thou barkest at him.[1276]
Ajax. Mistress Thersites![1277]
Ther. Thou shouldst strike him.[1278] 35
Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a[1278][1280]
sailor breaks a biscuit.
Ajax. [Beating him] You whoreson cur![1281][1282]
Ther. Do, do.[1283] 40
Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!