Act 5, Scene 8: Another part of the plains

SCENE VIII. 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