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 Trojan 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. O’ the
other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals that stale old
mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not
prov’d worth a blackberry. They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur,
Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the cur,
Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm today; whereupon
the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill
opinion.
Now they're fighting with their claws out at each other. I'll go watch. That lying, disgusting rat Diomed has got that foolish young Trojan's sleeve in his helmet. I'd love to see them meet so that young Trojan idiot who loves that whore can send that Greek seducer back to the whore without the sleeve. On the other hand, that scheming band of lying old cowards like that stale old fool Nestor and that cunning dog Ulysses haven't shown their strategy to be worth a blackberry. They set up that mongrel Ajax against that other dog Achilles as a scheme, and now Ajax is prouder than Achilles and won't even fight today. The Greeks are starting to look barbaric, and their schemes are backfiring.
They're tearing each other apart out there. I'll go watch. That lying pig Diomed is wearing Troilus's sleeve, and that dumb Trojan idiot loves some whore and wants it back. The old scheming Greeks like Nestor and Ulysses don't have a clue—their strategy is worthless. They thought pitting Ajax against Achilles would work, but now Ajax is too proud to even fight and the Greeks look stupid.
they're fighting diomed's got the sleeve the old greeks' plan sucks ajax won't even show up they all look stupid
Soft! here comes sleeve, and t’other.
Wait! Here comes the sleeve and the other one.
Hold on! Here comes the guy with the sleeve and the other guy.
wait here comes sleeve guy & the other one
Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after.
Don't run away. Even if you crossed the river Styx into the land of the dead, I would swim after you.
Don't run. Even if you went to hell itself, I'd follow you there.
don't run i'd follow you to hell
Thou dost miscall retire.
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
Have at thee!
You misname it retreat. I'm not fleeing. I tactically withdrew from facing overwhelming numbers. Now—take this!
Don't call it running. I just had the good sense to get away from being outnumbered. Now let's fight!
not running just smart now fight
Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore,
Trojan! now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
Hold on to your girlfriend, Greek! Now go get yours, Trojan! Go for the sleeve, the sleeve!
Grab your girl, Greek! Trojan, go get yours! Fight for that sleeve!
fight for the sleeve fight fight
What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?
Art thou of blood and honour?
Who are you, Greek? Are you a worthy match for Hector? Are you of noble birth and honor?
Who are you, Greek? Are you worthy of fighting me? Are you of noble birth?
who are you? are you good enough?
No, no I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
No, no—I'm a scoundrel, a disgusting insulting fool, just a filthy rogue.
No, I'm just a loser, a scummy jerk, a filthy nobody.
nah i'm trash just a rogue
I do believe thee. Live.
I believe you. You may live.
I believe you. Now get out of here—live.
fine go
God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for
frighting me! What’s become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort,
lechery eats itself. I’ll seek them.
Thank goodness you believed me, but a curse on you for scaring me like that! What's happened to those lecherous rogues? I think they've killed each other. I'd laugh at that miracle. Yet in a way, lust destroys itself. I'll go look for them.
Thanks for sparing me, but you scared the hell out of me! What happened to those horny jerks? I bet they killed each other trying to get that sleeve. That'd be hilarious. But I guess that's what lust does—it destroys itself. Let me go find them.
thanks for sparing me where'd those horny guys go probably killed each other lust eats itself
The Reckoning
War is now real: not argument or policy, but bodies falling. The scene is brief but brutal — it's the prelude to Achilles's vengeance. The body count rises, and with it, the stakes of the final confrontation.
If this happened today…
Two armies march toward each other. Soldiers start falling. One side loses someone important. The general orders the charge.