Troilus And Cressida

1 Enter Hector.
2 HECTOR.
3 Most putrified core so fair without,
4 Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
5 Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take my breath:
6 Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
7 [_Disarms_.]
8 Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
9 ACHILLES.
10 Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set,
11 How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;
12 Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,
13 To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.
14 HECTOR.
15 I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.
16 ACHILLES.
17 Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
18 [_Hector falls_.]
19 So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down;
20 Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
21 On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain
22 ‘Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.’
23 [_A retreat sounded_.]
24 Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
25 MYRMIDON.
26 The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
27 ACHILLES.
28 The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth
29 And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
30 My half-supp’d sword, that frankly would have fed,
31 Pleas’d with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
32 [_Sheathes his sword_.]
33 Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;
34 Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
35 [_Exeunt_.]