Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare

Act 5 - Scene 8

Another part of the plains.

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

Achilles : Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; [p]How ugly night comes
breathing at his heels: [p]Even with the vail and darking of the
sun, [p]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. [p][HECTOR
falls] [p]So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! [p]Here
lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. [p]On, Myrmidons, and cry
you all amain, [p]'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.' [p][A
retreat sounded] [p]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, [p]And, stickler-like,
the armies separates. [p]My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have
fed, [p]Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed. [p][Sheathes
his sword] [p]Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; [p]Along the
field I will the Trojan trail.

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