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