Note 3 — GEORGE BRANDES (continued 14)
William Archer translation
"Patroclus. No more words, Thersites; peace!
"Thersites. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?" (Act ii. sc. i.)
"Thersites. Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.
"Patroclus. Male varlet, you rogue! What's that?
"Thersites. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the South, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impostume, sciaticas, lime-kilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivalled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again all such preposterous discoveries." (Act v. sc. 2.)