Ulys. I shall wait on you. 
As freely tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy? had she no lovers there,
Who mourn her absence?

Troil. O sir, to such as boasting show their scars,
Reproof is due:  she loved and was beloved;
That’s all I must impart.  Lead on, my lord.
                                      [Exeunt ULYSSES and TROILUS.

Achil. [To PATRO.]
I’ll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my sword I mean to cool to-morrow. 
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.

Enter THERSITES.

Patro. Here comes Thersites.

Achil. How now, thou core of envy, Thou crusty batch of nature, what’s the news?

Thers. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, thou idol of ideot worshippers, there’s a letter for thee.

Achil. From whence, fragment?

Thers. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.

Patro. Well said, adversity! what makes thee so keen to-day?

Thers. Because a fool’s my whetstone.

Patro. Meaning me?

Thers. Yes, meaning thy no meaning; pr’ythee, be silent, boy, I profit not by thy talk.  Now the rotten diseases of the south, gut-gripings, ruptures, catarrhs, loads of gravel in the back, lethargies, cold palsies, and the like, take thee, and take thee again! thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal’s purse, thou!  Ah how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies, such diminutives of nature!

Achil. My dear Patroclus, I am quite prevented
From my great purpose, bent on Hector’s life. 
Here is a letter from my love Polyxena,
Both taxing and engaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn; and will not break it
To save all Greece.  Let honour go or stay,
There’s more religion in my love than fame.
                                   [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.

Thers. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two are running mad before the dog-days.  There’s Agamemnon, too, an honest fellow enough, and loves a brimmer heartily; but he has not so much brains as an old gander.  But his brother Menelaus, there’s a fellow! the goodly transformation of Jupiter when he loved Europa; the primitive cuckold; a vile monkey tied eternally to his brother’s tail,—­to be a dog, a mule, a cat, a toad, an owl, a lizard, a herring without a roe, I would not care; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny.—­Hey day!  Will with a Wisp, and Jack a Lanthorn!

  HECTOR, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, DIOMEDE, ULYSSES, TROILUS, going with
  Torches over the Stage.

Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong.

Ajax. No, yonder ’tis; there, where we see the light.

Hect. I trouble you.