ACT 4, SCENE 9: OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.

[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.                                                                                     [5]

[Enter ENOBARBUS ]

ENOBARBUS :                O, bear me witness, night,--

Third Soldier: What man is this?

Second Soldier:                Stand close, and list him.

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!                                                                              [10]

First Soldier:           Enobarbus!

Third Soldier:           Peace!
Hark further.

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                                      [15]
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;                                                     [20]
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.                                                                                  [25]

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                                     [30]
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.

Third Soldier: Come on, then;
He may recover yet.

[Exeunt with the body]


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