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  • Title: Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: William Godshalk
  • ISBN: 1-55058-301-8

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: William Godshalk
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    Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)

    Enter Hector.
    Hect. Most putrified core so faire without:
    Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
    Now is my daies worke done; Ile take good breath:
    3500Rest Sword, thou hast thy fill of bloud and death.
    Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
    Achil. Looke Hector how the Sunne begins to set;
    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.
    Achil. Strike fellowes, strike, this is the man I seeke.
    So Illion fall thou: now Troy sinke downe;
    Here lyes thy heart, thy sinewes, and thy bone.
    3510On Myrmidons, cry you all a maine,
    Achilles hath the mighty Hector slaine.
    Harke, a retreat vpon our Grecian part.
    Gree. The Troian Trumpets sounds the like my Lord.
    Achi. The dragon wing of night ore-spreds the earth
    3515And stickler-like the Armies seperates
    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.
    Sound Retreat. Shout.