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CÆSARS Camp. | |
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Sentinels on their post. | |
First Sold. If we be not relievd within this hour, | |
We must return to the court of guard: the night | |
Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle | 5 |
By the second hour i the morn. | |
Sec. Sold. This last day was | |
A shrewd one to s. | |
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Enter ENOBARBUS. | |
Eno. O! bear me witness, night, | 10 |
Third Sold. What man is this? | |
Sec. 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 | 15 |
Before thy face repent! | |
First Sold. Enobarbus! | |
Third Sold. Peace! | |
Hark further. | |
Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, | 20 |
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, | 25 |
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. | 30 |
O Antony! O Antony! [Dies. | |
Sec. Sold. Lets speak to him. | |
First Sold. Lets hear him, for the things he speaks | |
May concern Cæsar. | |
Third Sold. Lets do so. But he sleeps. | 35 |
First Sold. Swounds rather; for so bad a prayer as his | |
Was never yet for sleep. | |
Sec. Sold. Go we to him. | |
Third Sold. Awake, sir, awake! speak to us. | |
Sec. Sold. Hear you, sir? | 40 |
First Sold. The Land 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. | 45 |
Third Sold. Come on, then; | |
He may recover yet. [Exeunt with the body. | |
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