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Act 5 - Scene 8 Another part of the plains. Enter HECTOR HECTOR Most putrefied core, so fair without, Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons ACHILLES Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; HECTOR I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. ACHILLES Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. HECTOR falls So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! A retreat sounded Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part. MYRMIDONS The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. ACHILLES The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, Sheathes his sword Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Exeunt |
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