TPTT The History of Troilus and Cressida: ACT V
Introduction
PROLOGUE
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
SCENE I. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.
SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' tent.
SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's palace.
SCENE IV. Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.
SCENE V. Another part of the plains.
SCENE VI. Another part of the plains.
SCENE VII. Another part of the plains.
SCENE VIII. Another part of the plains.
SCENE IX. Another part of the plains.
SCENE X. Another part of the plains.
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SCENE IV. Plains 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 varlets Diomed,
      has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's
      sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see
5     them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that
      loves the whore there, might send that Greekish
      whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the
      dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand.
      O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty
10    swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry
      cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is
      not proved worthy 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
15    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.
      Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following
TROILUS
      Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
20    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
25    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:
30    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 frightening me! What's
      become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
35    swallowed one another: I would laugh at that
      miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.
      I'll seek them.
Exit
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