Sent.
If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We must return to th' Court of Guard; the night
Is shiny, and, they say, we shall embattle
By th' second hour i' th' morn.

1 Watch.
This last day was a shrewd one to 's.

Eno.
O bear me witness, night!

2 Watch.
What man is this?

1 Watch.
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.

Sent.
Enobarbus?

3 Watch.
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. ^{4 note}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:
Oh Antony! oh Antony! [Dies.

1 Watch.
Let's speak to him.

Sent.
Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Cæsar.

2 Watch.
Let's do so, but he sleeps.

Sent.
Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.

1 Watch.
Go we to him.

2 Watch.
Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us.

1 Watch.
Hear you, Sir?

Sent.
The hand of death has raught him. [Drums afar off.
^{5 note}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 Watch.
Come on then, he may recover yet. [Exeunt.

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