Antony and Cleopatra
Act IV, Scene 9
				
Alexandria. Octavius Caesar’s camp.
				
					
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Enter Caesar’s Sentry and his Company. Enobarbus follows.
 
				
					Caesar’s Sentry
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If we be not reliev’d within this hour,
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We must return to th’ court of guard. The night
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Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle
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By th’ second hour i’ th’ morn.
 
				
					Caesar’s First Watchman
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This last day was
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A shrewd one to ’s.
 
				
					Domitius Enobarbus
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O, bear me witness, night—
 
				
					Caesar’s Second Watchman
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What man is this?
 
				
					Caesar’s First Watchman
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Stand close, and list him.
 
				
					Domitius Enobarbus
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Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
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When men revolted shall upon record
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Bear hateful memory: poor Enobarbus did
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Before thy face repent.
 
				
					Caesar’s Sentry
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Enobarbus?
 
				
					Caesar’s Second Watchman
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Peace!
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Hark further.
 
				
					Domitius Enobarbus
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O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
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The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
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That life, a very rebel to my will,
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May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
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Against the flint and hardness of my fault,
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Which being dried with grief will break to powder,
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And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
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Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
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Forgive me in thine own particular,
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But let the world rank me in register
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A master-leaver and a fugitive.
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O Antony! O Antony!
 
				
				
					Caesar’s First Watchman
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Let’s speak to him.
 
				
					Caesar’s Sentry
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Let’s hear him, for the things he speaks
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May concern Caesar.
 
				
					Caesar’s Second Watchman
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Let’s do so. But he sleeps.
 
				
					Caesar’s Sentry
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Swoonds rather, for so bad a prayer as his
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Was never yet for sleep.
 
				
					Caesar’s First Watchman
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Go we to him.
 
				
					Caesar’s Second Watchman
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Awake, sir, awake, speak to us.
 
				
					Caesar’s First Watchman
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Hear you, sir?
 
				
					Caesar’s Sentry
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The hand of death hath raught him.
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Drums afar off.
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Hark, the drums
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Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him
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To th’ court of guard; he is of note. Our hour
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Is fully out.
 
				
					Caesar’s Second Watchman
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Come on then, he may recover yet.