CÆSAR'S Camp. |
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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 morn. |
| Sec. Sold. This last day was |
| A shrewd one to 's. |
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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 Land 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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