3497Hect. Most putrified core so faire without:

3498Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.

3499Now is my daies worke done; Ile take good breath:

3500Rest Sword, thou hast thy fill of bloud and death.

3502Achil. Looke Hector how the Sunne begins to set;

3503How vgly night comes breathing at his heeles,

3504Euen with the vaile and darking of the Sunne.

3505To close the day vp, Hectors life is done.

3506Hect. I am vnarm'd, forgoe this vantage Greeke.

3507Achil. Strike fellowes, strike, this is the man I seeke.

3508So Illion fall thou: now Troy sinke downe;

3509Here lyes thy heart, thy sinewes, and thy bone.

3510On Myrmidons, cry you all a maine,

3511Achilles hath the mighty Hector slaine. Retreat.

3512Harke, a retreat vpon our Grecian part.

3513Gree. The Troian Trumpets sounds the like my Lord.

3514Achi. The dragon wing of night ore-spreds the earth

3515And stickler-like the Armies seperates

3516My halfe supt Sword, that frankly would haue fed,

3517Pleas'd with this dainty bed; thus goes to bed.

3518Come, tye his body to my horses tayle;

3519Along the field, I will the Troian traile. Exeunt.