Speeches (Lines) for Thersites
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Agamemnon, how if he had boils? full, all over,
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And those boils did run? say so: did not the
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Then would come some matter from him; I see none now. |
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The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
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I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but,
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Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus? |
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Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. |
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I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had
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Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles,
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Thou shouldest strike him. |
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He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a
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Do, do. |
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Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no
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You scurvy lord! |
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Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do. |
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You see him there, do you? |
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Nay, look upon him. |
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Nay, but regard him well. |
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But yet you look not well upon him; for whosoever you
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Ay, but that fool knows not himself. |
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Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his
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I say, this Ajax— |
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Has not so much wit— |
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As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
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I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will
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No, I warrant you; for a fools will shame it. |
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I serve thee not. |
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I serve here voluntarily. |
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E'en so; a great deal of your wit, too, lies in your
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There's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy
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Yes, good sooth: to, Achilles! to, Ajax! to! |
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'Tis no matter! I shall speak as much as thou
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I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I? |
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I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come
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How now, Thersites! what lost in the labyrinth of
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If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou
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Ay: the heavens hear me! |
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Thy commander, Achilles. Then tell me, Patroclus,
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Thy knower, Patroclus: then tell me, Patroclus,
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I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands
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Peace, fool! I have not done. |
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Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites
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Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles;
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Make that demand of the prover. It suffices me thou
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Here is such patchery, such juggling and such
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A wonder! |
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Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. |
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He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so
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Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock,—a stride
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Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not
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Hum! |
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Ha! |
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Hum! |
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Agamemnon! |
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Ha! |
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God b' wi' you, with all my heart. |
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If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will
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Fare you well, with all my heart. |
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No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will be in
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Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more
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Would the fountain of your mind were clear again,
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Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol
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Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. |
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The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound. |
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Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk:
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Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases
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Do I curse thee? |
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No! why art thou then exasperate, thou idle
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Finch-egg! |
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With too much blood and too little brain, these two
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Sweet draught: 'sweet' quoth 'a! sweet sink,
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That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most
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And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff;
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Roguery! |
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A juggling trick,—to be secretly open. |
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How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
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Now the pledge; now, now, now! |
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Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone! |
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Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best. |
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A proof of strength she could not publish more,
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Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes? |
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He'll tickle it for his concupy. |
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Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
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Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go
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Hold thy whore, Grecian!—now for thy whore,
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No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave:
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God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
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The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now,
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What art thou? |
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I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard
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