Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

ACHILLES. What? THERSITES. I say this Ajax— [Ajax offers to strike him.] ACHILLES. Nay, good Ajax. THERSITES. Has not so much wit— ACHILLES. Nay, I must hold you. THERSITES. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight. ACHILLES. Peace, fool.