Sentinels at their Post.



First Sold. 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 Sold. This last day was

A shrewd one to 's.

Enter Enobarbus.



Eno. O! bear me witness, night, -

Third Sold. What man is this?
Second 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.

Second Sold. Let's speak
To him.


First Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar.

Third Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps.

First Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.

Second Sold. Go we to him.

Third Sold. Awake, sir, awake! speak to us.

Second 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.