34973277Hect. Mo
st putri
fied core
so faire without,
34983278Thy goodly armor thus hath co
st thy life;
34993279Now is my daies worke done ile take my breth
: 35003280Re
st sword thou ha
st thy
fill of bloud and death.
35023282Achil: Loke
Hector how the Sunne begins to
set.
35033283How ougly night comes breathing at his heeles
35043284Euen with the vaile and darkning of the Sunne,
35053285To clo
se the day vp,
Hectors life is done.
35063286Hect. I am vnarm'd forgoe this vantage Greeke.
35073287Achil. Strike fellowes
strike, this is the man I
seeke,
35083288So Illion fall thou next, come Troy
sinke downe,
35093289Here lies thy heart, thy
sinnewes and thy bone.
35103290On
Myrmydons, and cry you all amaine,
35113291Achilles hath the mighty
Hector slaine,
Retreat: 35123292Harke a retire vpon our Grecian prat.
35133293One: The Troyans trumpet
sound the like my Lord.
35143294Achil: The dragon wing of night ore
spreds the earth,
35153295And
stickler-like the armies
separates.
35163296My halfe
supt
sword that frankly would haue fedde,
35173297Pleas'd with this dainty baite: thus goes to bed:
35183298Come tie his body to my hor
ses taile,
35193299Along the
field I will the Troyan traile.
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