_Thers._ Yes, meaning thy no meaning; pr'ythee, be silent, boy, I profit not by thy talk. Now the rotten diseases of the south, gut-gripings, ruptures, catarrhs, loads of gravel in the back, lethargies, cold palsies, and the like, take thee, and take thee again! thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou! Ah how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies, such diminutives of nature! _Achil._ My dear Patroclus, I am quite prevented From my great purpose, bent on Hector's life. Here is a letter from my love Polyxena, Both taxing and engaging me to keep An oath that I have sworn; and will not break it To save all Greece. Let honour go or stay, There's more religion in my love than fame. [_Exeunt_ ACHILLES _and_ PATROCLUS. _Thers._ With too much blood, and too little brain, these two are running mad before the dog-days. There's Agamemnon, too, an honest fellow enough, and loves a brimmer heartily; but he has not so much brains as an old gander. But his brother Menelaus, there's a fellow! the goodly transformation of Jupiter when he loved Europa; the primitive cuckold; a vile monkey tied eternally to his brother's tail,--to be a dog, a mule, a cat, a toad, an owl, a lizard, a herring without a roe, I would not care; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny.--Hey day! Will with a Wisp, and Jack a Lanthorn! HECTOR, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, DIOMEDE, ULYSSES, TROILUS, _going with Torches over the Stage._ _Agam._ We go wrong, we go wrong. _Ajax._ No, yonder 'tis; there, where we see the light. _Hect._ I trouble you. _Ajax._ Not at all, cousin; here comes Achilles himself, to guide us. _Enter_ ACHILLES. _Achil._ Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all. _Agam._ So now, brave prince of Troy, I take my leave; Ajax commands the guard to wait on you. _Men._ Good night, my lord. _Hect._ Good night, sweet lord Menelaus. _Thers._ [_Aside._] Sweet, quotha! Sweet sink, sweet sewer, sweet jakes! _Achil._ Nestor will stay; and you, lord Diomede, Keep Hector company an hour or two. _Diom._ I cannot, sir; I have important business. _Achil._ Enter, my lords. _Ulys._ [_To_ TROIL.] Follow his torch: he goes to Calchas's tent. [_Exeunt_ ACHIL. HECT. AJAX, _one way;_ DIOMEDE _another; and after him_ ULYSSES _and_ TROILUS.