Act IV, Scene viii:
CAESAR'S camp.

[Sentinels at their Post.]

FIRST SOLDIER:

If we be not reliev'd within this hour,

We must return to thecourt of guard: the night

Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle

By the second hour i' the morn.

SECOND SOLDIER:

This last day was

A shrewd one to's.

[Enter ENOBARBUS.]

ENOBARBUS:

O, bear me witness, night.—

THIRD SOLDIER:

What man is this?

SECOND SOLDIER:

Stand close and list him.

ENOBARBUS:

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did

Before thy face repent!—

FIRST SOLDIER:

Enobarbus!

THIRD SOLDIER:

Peace!

Hark further.

ENOBARBUS:

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.]

SECOND SOLDIER:

Let's speak to him.

FIRST SOLDIER:

Let's hear him, for the things he speaks

May concern Caesar.

THIRD SOLDIER:

Let's do so. But he sleeps.

FIRST SOLDIER:

Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his

Was never yet fore sleep.

SECOND SOLDIER:

Go we to him.

THIRD SOLDIER:

Awake, sir, awake; speak to us.

SECOND SOLDIER:

Hear you, sir?

FIRST SOLDIER:

The hand of death hath raught him.

[Drums afar off.]

Hark! the drums

Do merrily wake the sleepers. Let us bear him

To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour

Is fully out.

THIRD SOLDIER:

Come on, then;

He may recover yet.

[Exeunt with the body.]