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• Troilus and Cressida: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Prologue.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Troy. Beforepriam’spalace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene III.—: The Grecian Camp. Beforeagamemnon’stent.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: A Part of the Grecian Camp.
• Scene II.—: Troy. a Room Inpriam’spalace.
• Scene III.—: The Grecian Camp. Beforeachilles’tent.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Troy.priam’spalace.
• Scene II.—: The Same.pandarus’ Orchard.
• Scene III.—: The Grecian Camp.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Troy. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Court Beforepandarus’ House.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Beforepandarus’ House.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room Inpandarus’ House.
• Scene V.—: The Grecian Camp. Lists Set Out.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: The Grecian Camp. Beforeachilles’ Tent.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Beforecalchas’ Tent.
• Scene III.—: Troy. Beforepriam’spalace.
• Scene IV.—: Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene VI.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene VII.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene VIII.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene IX.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene X.—: Another Part of the Plains.

Scene VIII.—

Another Part of the Plains.

EnterHector.

Hect.

Most putrefied 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 hangs his shield behind him.

EnterAchillesand Myrmidons.

Achil.

Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;

How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:

Even with the vail and darking of the sun,

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.

[Hectorfalls.

So, Ilion, fall thou next! 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.

Myr.

The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.

Achil.

The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth,

And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

My half-supp’d sword, that frankly would have fed,

Pleas’d with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.—

[Sheathes his sword.

Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

[Exeunt.