| [Sentinels at their post] | |
| First Soldier | If we be not relieved 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 morn. |
| Second Soldier | This last day was A shrewd one to's. |
| [Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | O, bear me witness, night,-- |
| Third Soldier | What man is this? |
| Second Soldier | Stand close, and list him. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | 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 Soldier | Enobarbus! |
| Third Soldier | Peace! Hark further. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | 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] | |
| Second Soldier | Let's speak To him. |
| First Soldier | Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Caesar. |
| Third Soldier | Let's do so. But he sleeps. |
| First Soldier | Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. |
| Second Soldier | Go we to him. |
| Third Soldier | Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. |
| Second Soldier | Hear you, sir? |
| First Soldier | 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. |
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| Third Soldier | Come on, then; He may recover yet. |
| [Exeunt with the body] |