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Ulysses: And batters down himself. What should I say?
Ulysses: He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Ulysses: Cry “ No recovery.”
Ulysses: O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
Ulysses: We’ll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
Ulysses: When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord
Ulysses: That bastes his arrogance with his own seam
Ulysses: And never suffers matter of the world
Ulysses: Enter his thoughts, save such as doth revolve
Ulysses: And ruminate himself— shall he be worshipped
Ulysses: Of that we hold an idol more than he?
Ulysses: No. This thrice-worthy and right valiant lord
Ulysses: Shall not so stale his palm, nobly acquired,
Ulysses: Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
Ulysses: As amply titled as Achilles is,
Ulysses: By going to Achilles.
Ulysses: That were to enlard his fat-already pride
Ulysses: And add more coals to Cancer when he burns
Ulysses: With entertaining great Hyperion.
Ulysses: This lord go to him? Jupiter forbid
Ulysses: And say in thunder “ Achilles, go to him.”
Ulysses: Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
Ulysses: The raven chides blackness.
Ulysses: Wit would be out of fashion.
Ulysses: He would have ten shares.
Ulysses: My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
Ulysses: Why, ’tis this naming of him does him harm.
Ulysses: Here is a man— but ’tis before his face;
Ulysses: I will be silent.
Ulysses: Know the whole world, he is as valiant—
Ulysses: If he were proud—
Ulysses: Ay, or surly borne—
Ulysses: Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure.
Ulysses: Praise him that gat thee, she that gave thee suck;
Ulysses: Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Ulysses: Thrice famed beyond, beyond thy erudition;
Ulysses: But he that disciplined thine arms to fight,
Ulysses: Let Mars divide eternity in twain
Ulysses: And give him half; and for thy vigor,
Ulysses: Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
Ulysses: To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
Ulysses: Which like a bourn, a pale, a shore confines
Ulysses: Thy spacious and dilated parts. Here’s Nestor,
Ulysses: Instructed by the antiquary times;
Ulysses: He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.—
Ulysses: But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
Ulysses: As green as Ajax’ and your brain so tempered,
Ulysses: You should not have the eminence of him,
Ulysses: But be as Ajax.
Ulysses: There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Ulysses: Keeps thicket. Please it our great general
Ulysses: To call together all his state of war.
Ulysses: Fresh kings are come to Troy. Tomorrow
Ulysses: We must with all our main of power stand fast.
Ulysses: And here’s a lord— come knights from east to west
Ulysses: And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
Ulysses: Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent.
Ulysses: Please it our General pass strangely by him
Ulysses: As if he were forgot, and, princes all,
Ulysses: Lay negligent and loose regard upon him.
Ulysses: I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me
Ulysses: Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turned on him.
Ulysses: If so, I have derision medicinable
Ulysses: To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Ulysses: Which his own will shall have desire to drink.
Ulysses: It may do good; pride hath no other glass
Ulysses: To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Ulysses: Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees.
Ulysses: Now, great Thetis’ son—
Ulysses: A strange fellow here
Ulysses: Writes me that man, how dearly ever parted,
Ulysses: How much in having, or without or in,
Ulysses: Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Ulysses: Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
Ulysses: As when his virtues, shining upon others,
Ulysses: Heat them, and they retort that heat again
Ulysses: To the first giver.
Ulysses: I do not strain at the position—
Ulysses: It is familiar— but at the author’s drift,
Ulysses: Who in his circumstance expressly proves
Ulysses: That no man is the lord of anything—
Ulysses: Though in and of him there be much consisting—
Ulysses: Till he communicate his parts to others;
Ulysses: Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Ulysses: Till he behold them formed in the applause
Ulysses: Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate
Ulysses: The voice again or, like a gate of steel
Ulysses: Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
Ulysses: His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this
Ulysses: And apprehended here immediately
Ulysses: Th’ unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there!
Ulysses: A very horse, that has he knows not what!
Ulysses: Nature, what things there are
Ulysses: Most abject in regard, and dear in use,
Ulysses: What things again most dear in the esteem
Ulysses: And poor in worth! Now shall we see tomorrow—
Ulysses: An act that very chance doth throw upon him—
Ulysses: Ajax renowned. O, heavens, what some men do
Ulysses: While some men leave to do!
Ulysses: How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s hall,
Ulysses: Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
Ulysses: How one man eats into another’s pride,
Ulysses: While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
Ulysses: To see these Grecian lords— why, even already
Ulysses: They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder
Ulysses: As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast
Ulysses: And great Troy shrieking.
Ulysses: Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back
Ulysses: Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
Ulysses: A great-sized monster of ingratitudes.
Ulysses: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured
Ulysses: As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
Ulysses: As done. Perseverance, dear my lord,
Ulysses: Keeps honor bright. To have done is to hang
Ulysses: Quite out of fashion like a rusty mail
Ulysses: In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way,
Ulysses: For honor travels in a strait so narrow
Ulysses: Where one but goes abreast. Keep, then, the path,
Ulysses: For Emulation hath a thousand sons
Ulysses: That one by one pursue. If you give way
Ulysses: Or turn aside from the direct forthright,
Ulysses: Like to an entered tide they all rush by
Ulysses: And leave you hindmost;
Ulysses: Or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank,
Ulysses: Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
Ulysses: O’errun and trampled on. Then what they do in present,
Ulysses: Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours;
Ulysses: For Time is like a fashionable host
Ulysses: That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand
Ulysses: And, with his arms outstretched as he would fly,
Ulysses: Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles,
Ulysses: And Farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek
Ulysses: Remuneration for the thing it was,
Ulysses: For beauty, wit,
Ulysses: High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service,
Ulysses: Love, friendship, charity are subjects all
Ulysses: To envious and calumniating Time.
Ulysses: One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
Ulysses: That all, with one consent, praise newborn gauds,
Ulysses: Though they are made and molded of things past,
Ulysses: And give to dust that is a little gilt
Ulysses: More laud than gilt o’erdusted.
Ulysses: The present eye praises the present object.
Ulysses: Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
Ulysses: That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax,
Ulysses: Since things in motion sooner catch the eye
Ulysses: Than what stirs not. The cry went once on thee,
Ulysses: And still it might, and yet it may again,
Ulysses: If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive
Ulysses: And case thy reputation in thy tent,
Ulysses: Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late
Ulysses: Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves
Ulysses: And drave great Mars to faction.
Ulysses: But ’gainst your privacy
Ulysses: The reasons are more potent and heroical.
Ulysses: ’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
Ulysses: With one of Priam’s daughters.
Ulysses: Is that a wonder?
Ulysses: The providence that’s in a watchful state
Ulysses: Knows almost every grain of Pluto’s gold,
Ulysses: Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deep,
Ulysses: Keeps place with thought and almost, like the gods,
Ulysses: Do thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
Ulysses: There is a mystery— with whom relation
Ulysses: Durst never meddle— in the soul of state,
Ulysses: Which hath an operation more divine
Ulysses: Than breath or pen can give expressure to.
Ulysses: All the commerce that you have had with Troy
Ulysses: As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;
Ulysses: And better would it fit Achilles much
Ulysses: To throw down Hector than Polyxena.
Ulysses: But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home
Ulysses: When Fame shall in our islands sound her trump,
Ulysses: And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing
Ulysses: “ Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win,
Ulysses: But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.”
Ulysses: Farewell, my lord. I as your lover speak.
Ulysses: The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break.
Ulysses: No trumpet answers.
Ulysses: ’Tis he. I ken the manner of his gait.
Ulysses: He rises on the toe; that spirit of his
Ulysses: In aspiration lifts him from the earth.
Ulysses: Yet is the kindness but particular.
Ulysses: ’Twere better she were kissed in general.
Ulysses: O deadly gall and theme of all our scorns,
Ulysses: For which we lose our heads to gild his horns!
Ulysses: It were no match, your nail against his horn.
Ulysses: May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?
Ulysses: I do desire it.
Ulysses: Why, then, for Venus’ sake, give me a kiss
Ulysses: When Helen is a maid again and his.
Ulysses: Never’s my day, and then a kiss of you.
Ulysses: Fie, fie upon her!
Ulysses: There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Ulysses: Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
Ulysses: At every joint and motive of her body.
Ulysses: O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
Ulysses: That give accosting welcome ere it comes
Ulysses: And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
Ulysses: To every tickling reader! Set them down
Ulysses: For sluttish spoils of opportunity
Ulysses: And daughters of the game.
Ulysses: The Trojan’s trumpet.
Ulysses: They are opposed already.
Ulysses: The youngest son of Priam, a true knight,
Ulysses: Not yet mature, yet matchless firm of word,
Ulysses: Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue,
Ulysses: Not soon provoked, nor being provoked soon calmed,
Ulysses: His heart and hand both open and both free.
Ulysses: For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shows;
Ulysses: Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Ulysses: Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath;
Ulysses: Manly as Hector, but more dangerous,
Ulysses: For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes
Ulysses: To tender objects, but he in heat of action
Ulysses: Is more vindicative than jealous love.
Ulysses: They call him Troilus, and on him erect
Ulysses: A second hope, as fairly built as Hector.
Ulysses: Thus says Aeneas, one that knows the youth
Ulysses: Even to his inches, and with private soul
Ulysses: Did in great Ilium thus translate him to me.
Ulysses: I wonder now how yonder city stands
Ulysses: When we have here her base and pillar by us.
Ulysses: Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.
Ulysses: My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
Ulysses: For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Ulysses: Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Ulysses: Must kiss their own feet.
Ulysses: So to him we leave it.
Ulysses: Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome.
Ulysses: After the General, I beseech you next
Ulysses: To feast with me and see me at my tent.
Ulysses: At Menelaus’ tent, most princely Troilus.
Ulysses: There Diomed doth feast with him tonight,
Ulysses: Who neither looks upon the heaven nor Earth,
Ulysses: But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
Ulysses: On the fair Cressid.
Ulysses: You shall command me, sir.
Ulysses: As gentle tell me, of what honor was
Ulysses: This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there
Ulysses: That wails her absence?
Ulysses: Here comes himself to guide you.
Ulysses: Follow his torch; he goes to Calchas’ tent.
Ulysses: I’ll keep you company.
Ulysses: Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Ulysses: She will sing any man at first sight.
Ulysses: List!
Ulysses: How now, Trojan?
Ulysses: You are moved, prince. Let us depart, I pray you,
Ulysses: Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
Ulysses: To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous;
Ulysses: The time right deadly. I beseech you, go.
Ulysses: Nay, good my lord, go off.
Ulysses: You flow to great distraction. Come, my lord.
Ulysses: You have not patience. Come.
Ulysses: How now, my lord?
Ulysses: You shake, my lord, at something. Will you go?
Ulysses: You will break out.
Ulysses: Come, come.
Ulysses: You have sworn patience.
Ulysses: My lord—
Ulysses: All’s done, my lord.
Ulysses: Why stay we then?
Ulysses: I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Ulysses: Most sure she was.
Ulysses: Nor mine, my lord. Cressid was here but now.
Ulysses: What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?
Ulysses: May worthy Troilus be half attached
Ulysses: With that which here his passion doth express?
Ulysses: O, contain yourself.
Ulysses: Your passion draws ears hither.
Ulysses: I’ll bring you to the gates.
Ulysses: O, courage, courage, princes! Great Achilles
Ulysses: Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance.
Ulysses: Patroclus’ wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Ulysses: Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
Ulysses: That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped, come to him,
Ulysses: Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend
Ulysses: And foams at mouth, and he is armed and at it,
Ulysses: Roaring for Troilus, who hath done today
Ulysses: Mad and fantastic execution,
Ulysses: Engaging and redeeming of himself
Ulysses: With such a careless force and forceless care
Ulysses: As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Ulysses: Bade him win all.
Menelaus: From Troy.
Menelaus: How do you? How do you?
Menelaus: I had good argument for kissing once.
Menelaus: O, this is trim!
Menelaus: I’ll have my kiss, sir.— Lady, by your leave.
Menelaus: Both take and give.
Menelaus: I’ll give you boot: I’ll give you three for one.
Menelaus: An odd man, lady? Every man is odd.
Menelaus: You fillip me o’ th’ head.
Menelaus: The Trojan’s trumpet.
Menelaus: Let me confirm my princely brother’s greeting:
Menelaus: You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.
Menelaus: Name her not now, sir; she’s a deadly theme.
Menelaus: Good night, my lord.
Ajax: Thersites!
Ajax: Dog!
Ajax: Thou bitchwolf’s son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.
Ajax: Speak, then, thou unsalted leaven, speak. I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Ajax: Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.
Ajax: The proclamation!
Ajax: Do not, porpentine, do not. My fingers itch.
Ajax: I say, the proclamation!
Ajax: Mistress Thersites!
Ajax: Cobloaf!
Ajax: You whoreson cur!
Ajax: Thou stool for a witch!
Ajax: You dog!
Ajax: You cur!
Ajax: Therefore I beat thee.
Ajax: O, thou damned cur, I shall—
Ajax: I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Ajax: Well, go to, go to.
Ajax: I shall cut out your tongue.
Ajax: Farewell. Who shall answer him?
Ajax: O, meaning you? I will go learn more of it.
Ajax: Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart. You may call it melancholy if you will favor the man, but, by my head, ’tis pride. But, why, why? Let him show us a cause.— A word, my lord.
Ajax: What is he more than another?
Ajax: Is he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a better man than I am?
Ajax: Will you subscribe his thought and say he is?
Ajax: Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.
Ajax: I do hate a proud man as I hate the engendering of toads.
Ajax: If I go to him, with my armèd fist
Ajax: I’ll pash him o’er the face.
Ajax: An he be proud with me, I’ll feeze his pride.
Ajax: Let me go to him.
Ajax: A paltry, insolent fellow.
Ajax: Can he not be sociable?
Ajax: I’ll let his humorous blood.
Ajax: An all men were of my mind—
Ajax: — he should not bear it so; he should eat swords first. Shall pride carry it?
Ajax: I will knead him; I’ll make him supple.
Ajax: A whoreson dog, that shall palter with us thus! Would he were a Trojan!
Ajax: Shall I call you father?
Ajax: How now, Patroclus?
Ajax: Ha?
Ajax: Ay, and good next day too.
Ajax: Thou, trumpet, there’s my purse.
Ajax: Now crack thy lungs and split thy brazen pipe.
Ajax: Blow, villain, till thy spherèd bias cheek
Ajax: Outswell the colic of puffed Aquilon.
Ajax: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood.
Ajax: Thou blowest for Hector.
Ajax: The Trojan’s trumpet.
Ajax: I am not warm yet. Let us fight again.
Ajax: I thank thee, Hector.
Ajax: Thou art too gentle and too free a man.
Ajax: I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
Ajax: A great addition earnèd in thy death.
Ajax: If I might in entreaties find success,
Ajax: As seld I have the chance, I would desire
Ajax: My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.
Ajax: Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here.
Ajax: Do not chafe thee, cousin.—
Ajax: And you, Achilles, let these threats alone
Ajax: Till accident or purpose bring you to ’t.
Ajax: You may have every day enough of Hector
Ajax: If you have stomach. The general state, I fear,
Ajax: Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.
Ajax: No, yonder— ’tis there, where we see the lights.
Ajax: No, not a whit.
Ajax: Troilus, thou coward Troilus!
Ajax: Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Ajax: What wouldst thou?
Ajax: Were I the General, thou shouldst have my office
Ajax: Ere that correction.— Troilus, I say! What, Troilus!
Ajax: I’ll fight with him alone. Stand, Diomed.
Ajax: If it be so, yet bragless let it be.
Ajax: Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Thersites: Agamemnon— how if he had boils, full, all over, generally?
Thersites: And those boils did run? Say so. Did not the general run, then? Were not that a botchy core?
Thersites: Then there would come some matter from him. I see none now.
Thersites: The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord!
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.
Thersites: Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?
Thersites: Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.
Thersites: I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another.
Thersites: Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at Proserpina’s beauty, ay, that thou bark’st at him.
Thersites: Thou shouldst strike him—
Thersites: He would pound thee into shivers with his fist as a sailor breaks a biscuit.
Thersites: Do, do.
Thersites: Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted lord. Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an asinego may tutor thee, thou scurvy-valiant ass. Thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou.
Thersites: You scurvy lord!
Thersites: Mars his idiot! Do, rudeness, do, camel, do, do.
Thersites: You see him there, do you?
Thersites: Nay, look upon him.
Thersites: Nay, but regard him well.
Thersites: But yet you look not well upon him, for whosomever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
Thersites: Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
Thersites: Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! His evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his brain more than he has beat my bones. I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles— Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head— I’ll tell you what I say of him.
Thersites: I say, this Ajax—
Thersites: Has not so much wit—
Thersites: As will stop the eye of Helen’s needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Thersites: I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not— he there, that he. Look you there.
Thersites: No, I warrant you. The fool’s will shame it.
Thersites: I serve thee not.
Thersites: I serve here voluntary.
Thersites: E’en so. A great deal of your wit, too, lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch an he knock out either of your brains; he were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
Thersites: There’s Ulysses and old Nestor— whose wit was moldy ere your grandsires had nails on their toes— yoke you like draft-oxen and make you plow up the wars.
Thersites: Yes, good sooth. To, Achilles! To, Ajax! To—
Thersites: ’Tis no matter. I shall speak as much as thou afterwards.
Thersites: I will hold my peace when Achilles’ brach bids me, shall I?
Thersites: I will see you hanged like clodpolls ere I come any more to your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring and leave the faction of fools.
Thersites: How now, Thersites? What, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? He beats me, and I rail at him. O, worthy satisfaction! Would it were otherwise, that I could beat him whilst he railed at me. ’Sfoot, I’ll learn to conjure and raise devils but I’ll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there’s Achilles, a rare enginer! If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove, the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy caduceus, if you take not that little, little, less than little wit from them that they have, which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider without drawing their massy irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! Or rather, the Neapolitan bone-ache! For that, methinks, is the curse depending on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers, and devil Envy say “ Amen.”— What ho, my lord Achilles!
Thersites: If I could ’a remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou couldst not have slipped out of my contemplation. But it is no matter. Thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! Heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death; then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corse, I’ll be sworn and sworn upon ’t she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen.
Thersites: Where’s Achilles?
Thersites: Ay. The heavens hear me!
Thersites: Thy commander, Achilles.— Then, tell me, Patroclus, what’s Achilles?
Thersites: Thy knower, Patroclus. Then, tell me, Patroclus, what art thou?
Thersites: I’ll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles, Achilles is my lord, I am Patroclus’ knower, and Patroclus is a fool.
Thersites: Peace, fool. I have not done.
Thersites: Agamemnon is a fool, Achilles is a fool, Thersites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
Thersites: Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles, Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon, Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool, and this Patroclus is a fool positive.
Thersites: Make that demand of the creator. It suffices me thou art.
Thersites: Look you, who comes here?
Thersites: Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery. All the argument is a whore and a cuckold, a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon. Now the dry serpigo on the subject, and war and lechery confound all!
Thersites: A wonder!
Thersites: Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
Thersites: He must fight singly tomorrow with Hector and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgeling that he raves in saying nothing.