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HECTOR
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
CASSANDRA
Farewell: yet, soft! Hector! take my leave:
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
TROILUS
Let Paris bleed; 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn.
Act 1, scene 1. Troilus and Cressida