Most putrified core so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take my breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
Most putrified core so fair without, your goodly armour thus has cost your life. Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take my breath: Rest, sword; you hast your fill of blood and death!
most putrified core so fair without, your goodly armour thus has cost your life. now is my day’s work done; i’ll take my breath: rest, sword; you hast your fill of blood and death!
most putrified core so fair without, your goodly armour
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 sun,
To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.
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 sun, To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.
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 sun, to close the day up, hector’s life is done.
look, hector, how the sun begins to set, how ugly night
I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.
I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.
i'm unarm’d; forego this vantage, greek.
i'm unarm’d; forego this vantage, greek.
Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
strike, fellows, strike; this is the man i seek.
strike, fellows, strike; this is the man i seek.
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
the trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
the trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
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.
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.
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.
the dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth and,
The Reckoning
Troilus becomes unmoored — his brother is dead, his city is falling, his lover has betrayed him. His rage is pure. He becomes the avenging fury the war needed, but it's too late. Troy is already lost.
If this happened today…
A soldier learns his brother was killed by the enemy. He abandons all strategy and just starts fighting. The war is already over.