Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.10
[Hector falls.[2408]
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down![2409]
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,[2410]
'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.' [A retreat sounded.[2411]
Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.[2412] 15
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.[2413]
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And stickler-like the armies separates.[2414]
My half-supp'd sword that frankly would have fed,[2415]
Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed. 20
[Sheathes his sword.[2415][2416]
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
[Exeunt. A retreat sounded.[2417]