SCENE VIII. Another part of the plains. Troilus and Cressida  Shakespeare homepage  |  Troiles and Cressida  | Act 5, Scene 8 

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 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 

 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. 



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