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J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].

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SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field. Enter Hector.

Hect.
Most putrified 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! [Puts off his Helmet, and lays his Sword aside. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.

Achil.
Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun⁶ ^note,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Hect.
I am unarm'd: forego this vantage, Greek.

Achil.
Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek. [Hector falls.

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So, Ilion, fall thou next⁷ ^note! now, Troy, sink down; 11Q0857
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 retire⁸ ^note upon our Grecian part.

Myr.
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.

Achil.
The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler like⁹ ^note, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit¹ ^note, thus goes to bed.— [Sheaths his Sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
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