Act V, Scene iv:
The plain between Troy and the Grecian camp

[Alarums. Excursions. Enter THERSITES.]

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 sleeve-less errand. O' the 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 prov'd 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 to-day;

whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy

grows into an ill opinion.

[Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.]

Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'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 TROILUS and DIOMEDES 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.]