Most putrifièd core, so fair without,

5.9.23498Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy life.

5.9.33499Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath.

5.9.43500Rest, sword. Thou hast thy fill of blood and death.

Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set,

5.9.63503How ugly night comes breathing at his heels,

5.9.73504Even with the vail and darking of the sun

5.9.83505To close the day up. Hector's life is done.

I am unarmed; forgo this vantage, Greek.

Strike, fellows, strike. This is the man I seek.

5.9.113508So, Ilium, fall thou; now, Troy, sink down;

5.9.123509Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.

5.9.133510On, Myrmidons, cry you all amain,

5.9.143511"Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain."

5.9.153512Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.

The Trojan trumpets sounds the like, my lord.

The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth

5.9.183515And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

5.9.193516My half-supped sword, that frankly would have fed,

5.9.203517Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.

5.9.213518Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

5.9.223519Along the field I will the Trojan trail.