Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
 Alarum. Enter THERSITES. Excursion.

Thersites	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 Troy 
	there in his helm. I would fain see them meet, that that 
	same young Trojan ass that loves the whore there might send 
	that Greekish whoremasterly villain with the sleeve back to 
	the dissembling luxurious drab of a sleeveless errand. O'th' 
	other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals - 
	that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same 
	dog-fox, Ulysses - is not proved worth 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 today; whereupon the 
	Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into 
	an ill opinion.

                       Enter DIOMEDES and TROILUS.

	Soft, here comes sleeve, and th'other.

Troilus	Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx
	I would swim after.

Diomedes							Thou dost miscall retire:
	I do not fly; but advantageous care
	Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
	Have at thee!

Thersites	Hold thy whore, Grecian! Now for thy whore, Trojan! Now the 
	sleeve, now the sleeve!
							 [Exeunt DIOMEDES and TROILUS, fighting.

                              Enter HECTOR.

Hector	What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector's match?
	Art thou of blood and honour?

Thersites	No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy railing knave, a very filthy 
	rogue.

Hector	I do believe thee. Live.
												[Exit.

Thersites	God-a-mercy that thou wilt believe me, but a plague break 
	thy neck for frighting me! What's become of the wenching 
	rogues? I think they have swallowed one another. I would 
	laugh at that miracle; yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. 
	I'll seek them.
												[Exit.
