The history
148156Troy. Let P
aris bleed tis but a
scar to
scorne,
149157Paris is gor'd with
Menelaus horne.
Alarum. 150158AEne. Harke what good
sport is out of towne to day.
151159Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may:
152160But to the
sport abrode are you bound thither?
153161AEne. In all
swift ha
st.
154162Troy. Come goe wee then togither.
Exeunt. 155163Enter Cressid and her man. 156164Cres. Who were tho
se went by
? 157165Man. Queene
Hecuba, and
Hellen.
158166Cres. And whether goe they?
159167Man. Vp to the Ea
sterne tower,
160168Who
se hight commands as
subie
ct all the vaile,
161169To
see the battell:
Hector who
se pacience,
162170Is as a vertue
fixt, to day was mou'd:
163171Hee chid
Andromache and
strooke his armorer,
164172And like as there were husbandry in warre
165173Before the Sunne ro
se, hee was harne
st lyte,
166174And to the
field goes he; where euery
flower
167175Did as a Prophet weepe what it fore
sawe,
168176In
Hectors wrath.
Cres. What was his cau
se of anger.
170177Man. The noi
se goes this, there is amonge the Greekes,
172178A Lord of Troian bloud, Nephew to
Hector, 173179They call him
Aiax. Cres.Good; and what of him.
175180Man. They
say hee is a very man
per se and
stands alone.
176181Cres. So do all men vnle
sse the are dronke,
sicke, or haue no
178183Man. This man Lady, hath rob'd many bea
sts of their par
- 179184ticular additions, hee is as valiant as the Lyon, churli
sh as
180185the Beare,
slowe as the Elephant: a man into whome nature
181186hath
so crowded humors, that his valour is cru
sht into folly,
182187his folly
sauced with di
scretion
: there is no man hath a ver
- 183188tue, that he hath not a glimp
se of, nor any
mā an attaint, but
184189he carries
some
staine of it. Hee is melancholy without cau
se
185190and merry again
st the haire, hee hath the ioynts of euery
186191thing, but euery thing
so out of ioynt, that hee is a gowtie
187192Briareus, many hands, & no v
se: or purblinde
Argus, al eyes,
Cres.