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Act 5, Scene 7
Troilus and Cressida Translation Act 5, Scene 8
Enter HECTOR
HECTOR
Most putrefied core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
HECTOR
Cowardly man, so beautiful on the outside, your beautiful armor has cost you your life. Now I am able to finish for the day, and rest well. Take a rest, sword, you have had enough blood and death today.
Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him
Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons
ACHILLES
Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and darking of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
ACHILLES
Look how the sun begins to set, Hector. Now night is pursuing him. Just as a dark shadow is coming over the earth, Hector's life is over.
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HECTOR
I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
HECTOR
I have disarmed, don't take advantage like this, Greek.
ACHILLES
Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
ACHILLES
Attack, men, attack. This is the man I have been hunting.
HECTOR falls
ACHILLES
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, 'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
ACHILLES
Now, Troy, you will fall next. Fall, Troy, now! Here's your heart, strength and support. Carry on, Myrmidons, and cry out that "Achilles has killed the mighty Hector."
A retreat sounded
ACHILLES
Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
ACHILLES
Listen, are the Greeks retreating?
MYRMIDONS
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
MYRMIDONS
The Trojan trumpets are doing the same thing as ours, my lord.
ACHILLES
The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
ACHILLES
As night comes our armies stop fighting. My sword has only just begun to drink blood, and it would have liked to be fed, but it can go to bed happy at having killed this man.
Sheathes his sword
ACHILLES
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
ACHILLES
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail, I'll drag the Trojan through the battlefield.
Exeunt
