Troilus and Cressida
Act V, Scene 8
Another part of the plains.
- Enter Hector.
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- Most putrefied core, so fair without,
- Thy goodly armor 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.
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- Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set,
- How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;
- Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,
- To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.
- I am unarm’d, forgo this vantage, Greek.
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- Strike, fellows, strike, this is the man I seek.
- Hector falls.
- So, Ilion, fall thou next! Come, 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!”
- Hark, a retire upon our Grecian part.
- The Troyans’ trumpet sound the like, my lord.
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- 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,
- Pleas’d 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 Troyan trail.