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A bastard son of Priam’s. [15]

THERSITES
I am a bastard too; I love bastards. I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed,
bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in everything illegitimate. One bear will
not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel’s
most ominous to us − if the son [20] of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts

judgement. Farewell, bastard.
Exit.

MARGARELON
The devil take thee, coward!
Exit.

Scene VIII IT

Enter Hector, carrying a suit of armour.

HECTOR
Most putrefièd 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, [5]
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;

Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun
To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.

HECTOR
I am unarmed; forgo this vantage, Greek.

ACHILLES
Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [10]