148156Troy. Let Paris 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 hast.

154162Troy. Come goe wee then togither. Exeunt.

156164Cres. Who were those went by?

157165Man. Queene Hecuba, and Hellen.

158166Cres. And whether goe they?

159167Man. Vp to the Easterne tower,

160168Whose hight commands as subiect all the vaile,

161169To see the battell: Hector whose 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 rose, hee was harnest lyte,

166174And to the field goes he; where euery flower

167175Did as a Prophet weepe what it foresawe,

168176In Hectors wrath. Cres. What was his cause of anger.

170177Man. The noise 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 vnlesse the are dronke, sicke, or haue no

177182legges.

178183Man. This man Lady, hath rob'd many beasts of their par-

179184ticular additions, hee is as valiant as the Lyon, churlish as

180185the Beare, slowe as the Elephant: a man into whome nature

181186hath so crowded humors, that his valour is crusht into folly,

182187his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a ver-

183188tue, that he hath not a glimpse of, nor any mā an attaint, but

184189he carries some staine of it. Hee is melancholy without cause

185190and merry against 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 vse: or purblinde Argus, al eyes,

188193and no sight.