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Therefore I beat thee.
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 [70] 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.
ACHILLES
What?
THERSITES
I say, this Ajax − [75]
Ajax threatens to beat him, Achilles intervenes.
ACHILLES
Nay, good Ajax.
THERSITES
Has not so much wit −
ACHILLES
Nay, I must hold you.
THERSITES
As will stop the eye of Helen’s needle, for whom he comes to fight. [80]
ACHILLES
Peace, fool!
THERSITES
I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not: he there, that he −
look you there.
AJAX
O thou damned cur, I shall −
