[Sound retreat. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes and the rest, marching.]
AGAMEMNON

Hark! hark! what shout is this?

NESTOR

Peace, drums!

SOLDIERS

[Within.] Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain. Achilles!

DIOMEDES

The bruit is, Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.

AJAX
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
AGAMEMNON
March patiently along. Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
If in his death the gods have us befriended;
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Exeunt.]