3. S.
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.

1. S.
This last day was
A shrewd one to us.

Eno.
O, bear me witness, Night,—

2. S.
What man is this?

1. S.
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.

3. S.
Enobarbus!

2. S.
Peace; hark further.

Eno.
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night dispunge 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 dry'd 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!† ^note [dies.

1. S.
Let's speak to him.

3. S.
Let's hear him further, for the things he speaks
May concern Cæsar.

2. S.
Let's do so. But he sleeps.

3. S.
Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.

1. S.
Go we to him.

2. S.
Awake, sir, [to Eno.
Awake; speak to us.

1. S.
Hear you, sir? [shaking him.

3. S.
The hand
Of death hath raught him. [Drum afar off.
Hark, how the drums demurely wake the sleepers:
Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is
Of note: our hour is fully out.

2. S.
Come on then;
He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the Body.

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