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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
William Shakespeare
(15641616).
The Oxford Shakespeare.
1914.
Troilus and Cressida
Act V. Scene VIII.
Another Part of the Plains.
Enter
H
ECTOR.
Hect.
Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
4
Now is my days work done; Ill take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. [
Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter
A
CHILLES
and
Myrmidons.
Achil.
Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
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How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
To close the day up, Hectors life is done.
Hect.
I am unarmd; forego this vantage, Greek.
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Achil.
Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek. [H
ECTOR
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,
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Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. [
A retreat sounded.
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Myr.
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Achil.
The dragon wing of night oerspreads the earth,
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And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-suppd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleasd with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed. [
Sheathes his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horses tail;
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Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [
Exeunt.
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