William Shakespeare

Troilus and Cressida (II,i,110-120)

1. Ajax:
2. I shall cut out your tongue.
3. Thersites:
4. 'Tis no matter, I shall speak as much as thou afterwards.
5. Patroclus:
6. No more words, Thersites, peace!
7. Thersites:
8. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?
9. Achilles:
10. There's for you, Patroclus.
11. Thersites:
12. I will see you hang'd like clatpoles ere I come any more to
13. your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the
14. faction of fools. [Exit]
15. Patroclus:
16. A good riddance.