Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?[2322][2323]
Tro. What now?[2322]
Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl.[2322]
Tro. Let me read.[2322][2324] 100
Pan. A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so[2322][2325]
troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what[2322]
one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' these[2322][2326]
days: and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an[2322]
ache in my bones that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot[2322] 105
tell what to think on't. What says she there?[2322]
Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;[2322]
The effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter.[2322][2327]
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.[2322]
My love with words and errors still she feeds,[2322][2328] 110
But edifies another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally.[2322][2329]
Scene IV. The field between Troy and the Grecian camp.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter Thersites.[2330]
Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go
look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has
got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of[2331][2332]
Troy there in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that[2332]
that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, 5
might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the
sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless
errand. O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty[2333]
swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese,[2334]
Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth[2335] 10
a blackberry. They set me up in policy that mongrel
cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and
now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will
not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim[2336]
barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. 15
Enter Diomedes and Troilus.[2337]