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Troilus and Cressida

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Act V, Scene 8

Another part of the plains.


[Enter HECTOR]

  • Hector. Most putrefied core, so fair without,
    Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
    Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: 3590
    Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
    [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield]
    behind him]

[Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons]

  • Achilles. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; 3595
    How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
    Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
    To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
  • Hector. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
  • Achilles. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. 3600
    [HECTOR falls]
    So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
    Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
    On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
    'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.' 3605
    [A retreat sounded]
    Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
  • Myrmidons. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
  • Achilles. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
    And, stickler-like, the armies separates. 3610
    My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
    Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
    [Sheathes his sword]
    Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
    Along the field I will the Trojan trail. 3615