_Ther_. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I’ll go look on. That
dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting
foolish young knave’s sleeve of Troy there in his helm. I would fain
see them meet, that that same young Troian ass that loves the whore
there might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain with the sleeve
back to the dissembling luxurious drab of a sleeve-less errand. A th’
t’other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals-that stale
old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Vlyſſes -is
not prov’d worth a blackberry. They set me up, in policy, that mongrel
cur, Aiax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the
cur, Aiax 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.