Achil. How now, thou core of envy![2123]
Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?[2124] 5
Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol[2125]
of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From whence, fragment?
Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
Patr. Who keeps the tent now? 10
Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound.
Patr. Well said, adversity! and what need these tricks?[2126]
Ther. Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk:[2127]
thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.[2128][2129]
Patr. Male varlet, you rogue! what's that?[2129] 15
Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases[2130]
of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads[2131]
o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten[2132][2133]
livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume,[2133][2134]
sciaticas, limekilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the[2133][2135] 20
rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such[2133]
preposterous discoveries![2136]