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Troilus and Cressida: Act 5 Scene 8
Scene VIII Another part of the plains.
- [Enter 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]
- [Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons]
- 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.
- I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
- 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.
- The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
- 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.