ALEXANDER

Queen Hecuba, and Hellen. Up to the Eastern Tower, Whose height commands as subject all the veil, To see the battle: Hector whose patience, Is as a Virtue fixed, to day was moved: He chides Andromache and struck his Armourer, And Like as there were husbandry in War Before the Sun rose, he was harnessed light, And to the field go's he; where every flower Did as a Prophet weep what it forsaw, In Hector's wrath. The noise go's this; There is among the Greeks, A Lord of Trojan blood, Nephew to Hector, They call him Ajax. They say he is a very man per see and stands alone. This man Lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions, he is as valiant as the Lion, churlish as the Bear, slow as the Elephant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of, nor a nigh man and 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 purblinded Argus, all eyes and no sighed. They say he yesterday coped Hector in the bat tell and stroke him down, the disdained & shame where of, hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking. Madam your Uncle Pandarus. As may be in the world Lady. No sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither.