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God buy you, with all my heart.

PATROCLUS
Your answer, sir.

THERSITES
If tomorrow be a fair day, by eleven o’clock it [295] will go one way or other;
howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.

PATROCLUS
Your answer, sir.

THERSITES
Fare you well, with all my heart.

ACHILLES
Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? [300]

THERSITES
No, but he’s out o’tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has
knocked out his brains, I know not; but I am sure, none, unless the fiddler
Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on.

ACHILLES
Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. [305]

THERSITES
Let me carry another to his horse, for that’s the more capable creature.

ACHILLES

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred,
And I myself see not the bottom of it.
Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus.

THERSITES
Would the fountain of your mind were clear [310] again, that I might water
an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance.