| ACT V 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. | 5 |
| | Puts off his helmet and hangs his shieldbehind 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. | 10 |
| 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.' | 15 |
| | 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, | 20 |
| | 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 | |
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