Cre.
Who were those went by?

Ser.
Queen Hecuba and Helen.

Cre.
And whither go they?

Serv.
Up to th' eastern tower,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
To see the fight. ^{6 note}

Is, as the Virtue, fix'd, to day was mov'd:
He chid Andromache, and struck his armorer;
And like as there were husbandry in war,
^{7 note}

Cre.
What was his cause of anger?

Ser.
The noise goes thus; There is among the Greeks

A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector,
They call him Ajax.

Cre.
Good; and what of him?

Ser.

They say, he is a very man per se, and stands alone.

Cre.

So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.

Ser.

This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lyon, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant; a man into whom Nature hath so crouded humours, ^{8 note}that his valour is crusted into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he has not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it. He is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair; he hath the joints of every thing, but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.

Cre.

But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?

Ser.

They say, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle and struck him down, the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.

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