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Scene IX.—: Cæsar’sCamp. - William Shakespeare, Anthony and Cleopatra 
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).
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Sentinels on their post.
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.
This last day was
A shrewd one to ’s.
O! bear me witness, night,—
What man is this?
Stand close and list him.
Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
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!
Let’s speak to him.
Let’s hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Cæsar.
Let’s do so. But he sleeps.
Swounds rather; for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
Go we to him.
Awake, sir, awake! speak to us.
Hear you, sir?
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.
Come on, then;
He may recover yet.
[Exeunt with the body.