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 corrupted inside despite your beautiful appearance, your fine armor has cost you your life. Now my work for the day is complete; I'll rest: Rest, sword; you have had enough blood and death!
You're rotten on the inside even though you look good on the outside, and that fancy armor of yours has gotten you killed. I'm done for the day now; time to rest. Rest, sword; you've seen enough blood and death.
all that fancy armor couldn't save u im done for today sword rest now
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 starts to set, how ugly night comes right behind it; just as the sun fades and darkness grows, closing the day, Hector's life is finished.
See, Hector? The sun's going down, and darkness is right on its heels. As the sun fades and the day ends, your life ends too.
sun's setting darkness follows your life is over
I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.
I am unarmed; pass up this advantage, Greek.
I'm defenseless—don't take advantage of that.
im unarmed stop this
Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
Attack, soldiers, attack; this is the man I'm looking for.
Strike him down, soldiers! This is who I came for.
strike strike found my guy
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.’
So, Ilion, fall next! Now Troy, collapse; here lies your heart, your strength, and your bones. On, Myrmidons, and shout loudly all: 'Achilles has killed the mighty Hector!'
So there, Troy, you're next. Now Troy falls. Here's your heart, your strength, everything that held you together. Come on, Myrmidons! Shout it out—Achilles just killed the mighty Hector!
troy you're next here's your heart & strength achilles just killed hector
Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
Listen! A retreat signal from our Greek army.
Listen! The Greeks are sounding the retreat.
hear that? greeks are retreating
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
The Trojan trumpets sound the same, my lord.
The Trojans are sounding their trumpets too, sir.
trojans trumpets sound too
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 dark wing of night spreads over the earth, and like a referee, the armies separate. My sword is half satisfied, which would gladly have eaten more, but pleased with this delicious meal, now goes to rest.
Night descends like a dark wing over the earth, and like a referee, the armies split up. My sword is half full—it would have gladly consumed more—but it's satisfied with this tasty prey, so now it's time to rest.
night spreads armies part ways my sword half full time to sleep
Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; through the field I will drag the Trojan behind.
Tie his body to my horse's tail. I'm going to drag him through the field.
tie him to the horse's tail i'm dragging him through the field
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.