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I am Achilles.

HECTOR
Stand fair, I pray thee; let me look on thee. [235]

ACHILLES
Behold thy fill.

HECTOR
Nay, I have done already.

ACHILLES
Thou art too brief; I will the second time,
As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.

HECTOR
O, like a book of sport thou’lt read me o’er;

But there’s more in me than thou understand’st. [240]
Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?

ACHILLES
Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
Shall I destroy him? − whether there, or there, or there?

That I may give the local wound a name,
And make distinct the very breach whereout [245]
Hector’s great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!

HECTOR
It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
To answer such a question. Stand again:

Think’st thou to catch my life so pleasantly
As to prenominate in nice conjecture [250]
Where thou wilt hit me dead?

ACHILLES
I tell thee, yea.