Achil. Nay, good Ajax. 75
Ther. Has not so much wit—
Achil. Nay, I must hold you.
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom
he comes to fight.
Achil. Peace, fool! 80
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the fool
will not: he there: that he: look you there!
Ajax. O thou damned cur! I shall—
Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's?
Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will shame it.[1297] 85
Patr. Good words, Thersites.[1298]