SCENE IX.
Cæsar's Camp.
Sentinels on their Post. Enter Enobarbus.
1 Sold.
If we be not reliev'd within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard1 note. The night
Is shiny, and, they say, we shall embattle
By the second hour i' the morn.
2 Sold.
This last day was
A shrewd one to us.
Eno.
O! bear me witness, night,—
3 Sold.
What man is this?
2 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.—
1 Sold.
Enobarbus!
3 Sold.
Peace!
Hark farther.
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.
2 Sold.
Let's speak to him.
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1 Sold.
Let's hear him; for the things he speaks
May concern Cæsar.
3 Sold.
Let's do so. But he sleeps.
1 Sold.
Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep. 11Q1132
2 Sold.
Go we to him.
3 Sold.
Awake, sir, awake! speak to us.
2 Sold.
Hear you, sir?
1 Sold.
The hand of death hath raught him2 note. Hark! the drums
[Drums afar off.
Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour
Is fully out.
3 Sold.
Come on, then;
He may recover yet.
[Exeunt with the body.
J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
