SENTRY.
Enobarbus?
SECOND WATCH.
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.]
FIRST WATCH.
Let’s speak to him.
SENTRY.
Let’s hear him, for the things he speaks may concern Caesar.
SECOND WATCH.
Let’s do so. But he sleeps.
SENTRY.
Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his
Was never yet for sleep.
FIRST WATCH.
Go we to him.
SECOND WATCH.
Awake, sir, awake! Speak to us.