Patroclus Who’s there? Thersites! Good Thersites, come in and rail.
Thersites If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldst not have slipped out of my contemplation: but it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then, if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corpse, I’ll be sworn and sworn upon’t she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where’s Achilles?
Patroclus What! art thou devout? wast thou in prayer?
Thersites Ay; the heavens hear me!
(Act II, Scene III)