Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast[1284]
no more brain than I have in my elbows; an assinego[1285]
may tutor thee: thou scurvy-valiant ass! thou art here but[1286]
to thrash Trojans; and thou art bought and sold among[1287] 45
those of any wit, like a barbarian slave. If thou use to
beat me, I will begin at thy heel and tell what thou art by
inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou![1288]
Ajax. You dog!
Ther. You scurvy lord! 50
Ajax. [Beating him] You cur![1281]
Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel, do, do.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.[1289]
Achil. Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do ye thus?[1290]
How now, Thersites! what's the matter, man?
Ther. You see him there, do you? 55
Achil. Ay; what's the matter?
Ther. Nay, look upon him.