Another Part of the Plains.
 Enter HECTOR dragging the suit of sumptuous armour.

Hector	Most putrefid 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.

                    Enter ACHILLES and his 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.

Hector	I am unarmed; forego this vantage, Greek.

Achilles	Strike, fellows, strike! This is the man I seek.
												[HECTOR falls.
	So, Ilion, fall thou. 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".
												[Retreat.
	Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myrmidon	The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.

Achilles	The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth
	And stickler-like the armies separates.
	My half-supped sword, that frankly would have fed,
	Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
	Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
	Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
												[Exeunt.
