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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].

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SCENE IX. Out-skirts of Cæsar's Camp. Sentinels upon their Posts. Enter Enobarbus.

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,—

&clquo;2. S.
&clquo;What man is this?&crquo;

&clquo;1. S.
&clquo;Stand close, and list him.&crquo;

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.

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&clquo;3. S.
&clquo;Enobarbus!&crquo;

&clquo;2. S.
&clquo;Peace; hark further.&crquo;

Eno.
O sovereign mistress14Q1119 of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night dispunge ^note 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! [dies.

&clquo;1. S.
&clquo;Let's speak to him.&crquo;

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

&clquo;2. S.
&clquo;Let's do so. But he sleeps.&crquo;

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

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 ^note the drums demurely wake ^note 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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