| [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: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. |
| [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him] |
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| [Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons] | |
| ACHILLES | Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; 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. |
| [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.' |
|
| [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. 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. |
|
| [Exeunt] |