Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
Enter Achilles, and Patroclus.1
Achil. Ile heat his blood with Greekish wine to night,
2¶4v Link 2Which with my Cemitar Ile coole to morrow:
3Patroclus, let vs Feast him to the hight.Critical Apparatus4
Pat. Heere comes Thersites.Enter Thersites.
Achil. How now, thou core of Enuy?
Critical Apparatus5Thou crusty [botch] of Nature, what's the newes?6
Ther. Why thou picture of what thou seem'st, & Idoll of Ideot-7worshippers, here's a Letter for thee.8
Achil. From whence, Fragment?9
Ther. Why thou full dish of Foole, from Troy.10
Pat. Who keepes the Tent now?11
Ther. The Surgeons box, or the Patients wound.Critical Apparatus12
Patr. Well said aduersity, and what need these tricks?13
Ther. Prythee be silent boy, I profit not by thy talke, thou art Critical Apparatus14thought to be Achilles male Varlot.15
Patro. Male Varlot you Rogue? What's that?16
Ther. Why his masculine Whore. Now the rotten diseases of Critical Apparatus17the South, guts-griping Ruptures, Catarres, Loades a grauell i'th'backe, pg 3529Critical Apparatus18Lethargies, cold Palsies, and the like, take and take againe, such 19prepostrous discoueries.Critical Apparatus20
Pat. Why thou damnable box of enuy thou, what mean'st thou 21to curse thus?22
Ther. Do I curse thee?23
Patr. Why no, you ruinous But, you whorson indistinguishable Critical Apparatus24Curre.25
Ther. No? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle, immateriall Critical Apparatus26skiene of [Sleyue] silke; thou greene Sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou 27tassell of a Prodigals purse thou: Ah how the poore world is pestred 28with such water-flies, diminutiues of Nature.29
Pat. Out gall.30
Ther. Finch Egge.31
Ach. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
32From my great purpose in to morrowes battell:
33Heere is a Letter from Queene Hecuba,
34A token from her daughter, my faire Loue,
35Both taxing me, and gaging me to keepe
36An Oath that I haue sworne. I will not breake it,
37Fall Greekes, faile Fame, Honor or go, or stay,
38My maior vow lyes heere; this Ile obay:
39Come, come Thersites, helpe to trim my Tent,
40This night in banquetting must all be spent.
Ther. With too much bloud, and too little Brain, these two may 43run mad: but if with too much braine, and too little blood, they do, Ile 44be a curer of madmen. Heere's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, 45and one that loues Quailes, but he has not so much Braine as eare-wax; Critical Apparatus46and the goodly transformation of Iupiter there his Brother, the Bull, the 47primatiue Statue, and oblique memoriall of Cuckolds, a thrifty shooing-Critical Apparatus48horne in a chaine, hanging at his Brothers legge, to what forme but that Critical Apparatus49he is, shold wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turne him Critical Apparatus50too: to an Asse were nothing; hee is both Asse and Oxe; to an Oxe were 51nothing, hee is both Oxe and Asse: to be a Dogge, a Mule, a Cat, a Fitchew, 52a Toade, a Lizard, an Owle, a Puttocke, or a Herring without a Roe, I 53would not care: but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against Destiny. Critical Apparatus54Aske me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites: for I care not to bee 55the lowse of a Lazar, so I were not Menelaus. Hoy-day, spirits and fires.Critical ApparatusEnter Hector, Aiax, Agamemnon, Vlysses, Nestor, Diomed, with Lights.pg 3530 Critical Apparatus56
Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.
Aiax. No yonder 'tis,
Critical Apparatus57There where we see the light.
Hect. I trouble you.58
Aiax. No, not a whit.Enter Achilles.
Vlys. Heere comes himselfe to guide you?59
Achil. Welcome braue Hector, welcome Princes all.60
Agam. So now faire Prince of Troy, I bid goodnight,
61Aiax commands the guard to tend on you.62
Hect. Thanks, and goodnight to the Greeks general.Critical Apparatus63
Men. Goodnight my Lord.
Hect. Goodnight sweet Lord Menelaus.64
Ther. Sweet draught: sweet quoth-a? sweet sinke, sweet Critical Apparatus65sure.Critical Apparatus66
Achil. Goodnight and welcom, both at once, to those that go, or 67tarry.68
Achil. Old Nestor tarries, and you too Diomed,
70Keepe Hector company an houre, or two.71
Dio. I cannot Lord, I haue important businesse,
72The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Hector.73
Hect. Giue me your hand.74
Vlys. Follow his Torch, he goes to Chalcas Tent,
75Ile keepe you company.
Troy. Sweet sir, you honour me.76
Hect. And so good night.
Achil. Come, come, enter my Tent.Exeunt.77
Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted Rogue, a most vniust 78Knaue; I will no more trust him when hee leeres, then I will a Serpent 79when he hisses: he will spend his mouth & promise, like Brabler the Critical Apparatus80Hound; but when he performes, Astronomers foretell it, that it is 81prodigious, there will come some change: the Sunne borrowes of the 82Moone when Diomed keepes his word. I will rather leaue to see Hector, 83then not to dogge him: they say, he keepes a Troyan Drab, and vses 84the Traitour Chalcas his Tent. Ile after———Nothing but Letcherie? All 85incontinent Varlets.Critical Apparatus[Exit]