Troilus and Cressida | Act 5.8

 Another part
of the plains.

[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.

 

[Exeunt] Act 5.7 | Act 5.9


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