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Hector falls.
So, Ilium, 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’
A retreat sounded.
Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part. [15]

MYRMIDONS
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. [20]
Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Exeunt.

Scene IX IT

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and the rest,

marching to drumbeats. Shouts within.

AGAMEMNON
Hark, hark, what shout is that?

NESTOR
Peace, drums!

SOLDIERS
(shouting within) Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain! Achilles!

DIOMEDES
The bruit is Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.