AJAX.
Thersites!
THERSITES.
And those boils did run—say so. Did not the general run then? Were not that a botchy core?
AJAX.
Dog!
THERSITES.
Then there would come some matter from him;
I see none now.
AJAX.
Thou bitch-wolf’s son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.
[Strikes him.]
THERSITES.
The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord!
AJAX.
Speak, then, thou unsalted leaven, speak. I will beat thee into handsomeness.
THERSITES.
I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? A red murrain o’ thy jade’s tricks!
AJAX.
Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.