Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. The diuell take thee coward.
Bast. Exeunt.
Bast. [Act 5, Scene 8]
Bast. Enter Hector.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Most putrified core so faire without:
Hect. Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Hect. Now is my daies worke done; Ile take good breath:
Hect. Rest Sword, thou hast thy fill of bloud and death.
Hect. Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. Looke Hector how the Sunne begins to set;
Achil. How vgly night comes breathing at his heeles,
Achil. Euen with the vaile and darking of the Sunne.
Achil. To close the day vp, Hectors life is done.
Hect. I am vnarm'd, forgoe this vantage Greeke.
Achil. Strike fellowes, strike, this is the man I seeke.
Achil. So Illion fall thou: now Troy sinke downe;