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.
Third Soldier: What man is this?
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! 
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!
First Soldier: Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar. 
First Soldier: Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Third Soldier: Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.
First Soldier: The hand of death hath raught him.
Third Soldier: Come on, then;
He may recover yet.