Cres. So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or[988]
have no legs.
Alex. 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 his valour is crushed[989]
into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man[989][990]
hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of, nor any man
an attaint but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy 25
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[991]
Argus, all eyes and no sight.
Cres. But how should this man, that makes me smile, 30
make Hector angry?
Alex. They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle
and struck him down, the disdain and shame whereof[992]
hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.
Enter Pandarus.[993]
Cres. Who comes here?[994] 35
Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. What's that? what's that?