Act IV.
Scene IX.
Scene IX.—CÆSAR'S Camp.
Sentinels on their post.
First Sold. If we be not reliev'd within this
hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the
night
Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle
By the second hour i' the mom.
Sec. Sold. This last day was
A shrewd one to's.
Enter ENOBARBUS.
Eno. O! bear me witness, night,—
Third Sold. What man is this?
Sec. Sold. Stand close and list him.
Eno. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
First Sold. Enobarbus!
Third Sold. Peace!
Hark further.
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon
me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me; throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault,
Which, being dried with grief, will break to
powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony!
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive.
O Antony! O Antony! [Dies.
Sec. Sold. Let's speak to him.
First Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he
speaks
May concern Cæsar.
Third Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.
First Sold. Swounds rather; for so bad a
prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Sec. Sold. Go we to him.
Third Sold. Awake, sir, awake! speak to us.
Sec. Sold. Hear you, sir?
First Sold. The hand of death hath raught
him. [Drums afar off.
Hark! the drums
Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.
Third Sold. Come on, then;
He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the body.
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