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

[Exeunt]