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Before the sun rose he was harnessed light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did as a prophet weep what it foresaw [10]
In Hector’s wrath.

CRESSIDA
What was his cause of anger?

ALEXANDER
The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
They call him Ajax.

CRESSIDA
Good, and what of him?

ALEXANDER
They say he is a very man per se, [15]

And stands alone.

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

ALEXANDER
This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions: he is
as valiant as the lion, [20] churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant; a man
into whom nature hath so crowded humours that is 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 any man an attaint but he carries some stain of
[25] it. He is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair; he hath
the joints of everything, but everything so out of joint that he is a gouty

Briareus, many hands and no use, or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
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CRESSIDA
But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?