_Tro._ Why, there you touch'd the life of our design:[1388] Were it not glory that we more affected 195 Than the performance of our heaving spleens, I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, She is a theme of honour and renown; A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds, 200 Whose present courage may beat down our foes, And fame in time to come canonize us: For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose So rich advantage of a promised glory As smiles upon the forehead of this action 205 For the wide world's revenue. _Hect._ I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus. I have a roisting challenge sent amongst The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits:[1389] 210 I was advertised their great general slept, Whilst emulation in the army crept:[1390] This, I presume, will wake him. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _The Grecian camp. Before the tent of Achilles._[1391] _Enter_ THERSITES, _solus_. _Ther._ How now, Thersites! what, lost in the labyrinth[1392] of thy fury! Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beats me, and I rail at him: O, worthy satisfaction! would it were otherwise; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me. 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll 5 see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare enginer. If Troy be not taken till these[1393] two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove, the king of gods, and, Mercury, lose all 10 the serpentine craft of thy caduceus, if ye take not that[1394] little little less than little wit from them that they have! which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant[1395] scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons and cutting the[1396] 15 web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the Neapolitan bone-ache! for that, methinks, is the[1397] curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have[1398] said my prayers; and devil Envy say amen. What, ho! my Lord Achilles! 20 _Enter_ PATROCLUS.[1399] _Patr._ Who's there? Thersites! Good Thersites, come[1400] in and rail.