Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel;
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.
It is decreed Hector the great must die.
Gather around me, you Myrmidons; listen to what I say. Follow my lead where I go; do not strike yet, but stay ready to fight; and when I find the bloody Hector, surround him with your weapons on all sides; in the fiercest manner use your weapons. Follow me, watch what I do. It is determined that Hector the great must die.
Gather around me, you Myrmidons; listen up. Watch me closely and follow where I lead; don't attack yet, but stay ready. When I find the bloody Hector, circle him with your weapons and strike him down hard. Follow my lead and watch what I'm doing. Here's the plan: Hector dies today.
gather around watch me stay ready to fight when i find hector surround & strike hector dies
The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! Now, dog! ’Loo,
Paris, ’loo! now my double-hen’d Spartan! ’loo, Paris, ’loo! The bull
has the game. ’Ware horns, ho!
The betrayed husband and the one who betrayed him are at it now. Now charge, bull! Now, dog! Look, Paris, look! Look, my two-faced Spartan! Look, Paris, look! The bull has the advantage. Watch out for horns!
The cheated husband and the guy who cheated him are fighting. Come on, bull! Come on, dog! Look, Paris, look! Look, you two-faced Spartan! Look, Paris, look! The strong one's winning. Watch out for those horns!
the cheated guy & the cheater are fighting paris come on the strong one's winning watch the horns
Turn, slave, and fight.
Face your opponent and engage in combat, you slave.
Turn around, you slave, and fight me.
fight coward
What art thou?
Who are you?
Who the heck are you?
who r u
A bastard son of Priam’s.
I am a bastard son of Priam's.
I'm one of Priam's illegitimate sons.
im priam's bastard son
I am a bastard too; I love bastards. I am a bastard begot, bastard
instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in everything
illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one
bastard? Take heed, the quarrel’s most ominous to us: if the son of a
whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement. Farewell, bastard.
I am a bastard too; I love bastards. I was born a bastard, raised a bastard, bastard in mind, bastard in courage, in everything illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, so why would one bastard fight another? Listen carefully, this quarrel is dangerous for us: if the son of a prostitute fights for a prostitute, he tempts judgment. Goodbye, bastard.
I'm a bastard too—actually, I love bastards. I was born one, raised one, I think like one, I fight like one, I'm illegitimate in everything. Bears don't fight other bears, so bastards shouldn't fight bastards either. Seriously, this fight is bad news for us: if you're some woman's son fighting for a woman, you're asking for trouble. Later, bastard.
im a bastard too & i love bastards born one raised one bears dont fight bears why would we fight this is bad news bye
The devil take thee, coward!
May the devil claim you, you coward!
Go to hell, you coward!
devils got u
The Reckoning
This is the play's climax, and it is not glorious. No duel, no courage, no honor — just overwhelming force applied to an exhausted man. Hector dies not as a hero but as prey. The greatest warrior in Troy falls not in single combat but in an ambush, armor off, outnumbered.
If this happened today…
A man armed with a gun encounters a defenseless opponent and shoots him with his security team. He calls it victory.