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Troilus and Cressida - Act 5, scene 9
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Troilus and Cressida - Act 5, scene 9Act 5, scene 9
⌜Scene 9⌝
Synopsis:
Hector, having killed the Greek in the splendid armor, unarms himself and is surprised by Achilles, who orders his Myrmidons to slaughter the Trojan.
Enter Hector, ⌜with the body of the Greek in armor.⌝HECTOR
3486 Most putrefied core, so fair without,
3487 Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy life.
3488 Now is my day’s work done. I’ll take my breath.
3489 Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
⌜He begins to disarm.⌝
Enter Achilles and ⟨his⟩ Myrmidons.
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ACHILLES 3490 5 Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set,
3491 How ugly night comes breathing at his heels.
3492 Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun
3493 To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.
HECTOR
3494 I am unarmed. Forgo this vantage, Greek.
ACHILLES
3495 10 Strike, fellows, strike! This is the man I seek.
⌜The Myrmidons kill Hector.⌝
3496 So, Ilium, fall thou next! Come, Troy, sink down!
3497 Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
3498 On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain
3499 “Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.”
Retreat ⌜sounded from both armies.⌝
3500 15 Hark! A retire upon our Grecian part.
⌜A MYRMIDON⌝
3501 The ⟨Trojan trumpets⟩ sound the like, my lord.
ACHILLES
3502 The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the Earth
3503 And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
3504 My half-supped sword, that frankly would have fed,
3505 20 Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
⌜He sheathes his sword.⌝
3506 Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;
3507 Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
They exit ⌜with the bodies.⌝