Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Hector.
¶Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
¶Now is my daies worke done; Ile take good breath:
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Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
¶How vgly night comes breathing at his heeles,
¶Euen with the vaile and darking of the Sunne.
3505To close the day vp, Hectors life is done.
¶Hect. I am vnarm'd, forgoe this vantage Greeke.
¶So Illion fall thou: now Troy sinke downe;
¶Here lyes thy heart, thy sinewes, and thy bone.
3510On Myrmidons, cry you all a maine,
¶Harke, a retreat vpon our Grecian part.
¶My halfe supt Sword, that frankly would haue fed,
¶Pleas'd with this dainty bed; thus goes to bed.
¶Come, tye his body to my horses tayle;
¶Along the field, I will the Troian traile.
Exeunt.
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Sound Retreat. Shout.
