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Troilus and Cressida

Act V, Scene 8

Another part of the plains.
 
[Enter HECTOR]
 
HECTOR
            ,      ,      T   T   T         ,
      Most^pu|trefied | core so fair | without:
            ,      ,       ,           ,          ,
      Thy good|ly arm|or thus | hath cost | thy life.
       ,    2       T     T    T           ,             ,
      Now is my | day's work done;| I'll take | good* breath:
        ,    ,                       ,         ,           ,
      Rest sword,/ thou hast | thy fill | of blood | and death.
 
[Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons]
 
ACHILLES
        ,   ,                 ,        ,        ,
      Look Hec/tor how | the sun | begins | to set,
           ,      ,       ,     ,                   ,
      How ug|ly night | comes brea/thing at | his heels,
      ,          2      ,          ,       ,        ,
      Even | with the vail | and dark|ing of | the sun.
           ,               ,   ,          ,         ,
      To close | the day^/up, Hec|tor's life | is done.
 
HECTOR
      Tx    T  T          ,         ,         ,
      I am unarmed,| forego | this vant|age Greek.
 
ACHILLES
         T     Tx        T       ,            ,        ,
      Strike fellows, strike,| this is | the man | I seek.
 
[HECTOR falls]
          ,  2    ,      T    T    T           ,
      So Il|ion fall | thou: now Troy | sink^down;
              ,          ,          ,        ,          ,
      Here* lies | thy heart,| thy sin|ews, and | thy bone.
          ,      ,         ,         ,       ,
      On Myr|midons,| and cry | you all | amain,
         ,        ,          ,      ,        ,
      Achil|les hath | the migh|ty Hec|tor slain.
        ,           ,       ,         ,         ,
      Hark, a | retreat | upon | our Gre|cian part.
 
[A retreat sounded]
 
MYRMIDONS
            ,       ,         ,           ,         ,
      The Troy|an trump|ets sound | the like | my lord.
 
ACHILLES
           ,        ,         ,           ,            ,
      The drag|on wing | of night | orespreads | the earth
            ,         ,         ,       ,     ,
      And stick|ler-like | the arm|ies se|parates.
       .   T     T     T            ,        ,           ,
      My^half-supped sword,| that frank|ly would | have fed,
         ,                  ,      ,           ,        ,
      Pleased with | this dain|ty bed;| thus goes | to bed.
       __     ,         ,       2     ,        ,
      Come,| tie his | body | to my horse|'s tail;
         ,          ,     ,              ,       ,
      Along | the field,| I will | the Troy|an trail.
 
[Exeunt]

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