Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 4 Scene 9

by William Shakespeare

Enter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes.

Cent.
If we be not releeu'd within this houre,
We must returne to'th'Court of Guard: the night
Is shiny, and they say, we shall embattaile
By'th'second houre i'th'Morne.

1. Watch.
This last day was a shrew'd one too's.

Enob.
Oh beare me witnesse night.

2
What man is this?

1
Stand close, and list him.

Enob.
Be witnesse to me (O thou blessed Moone)
When men reuolted shall vpon Record
Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

Cent.
Enobarbus?

2
Peace: Hearke further.

Enob.
Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly,
The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me,
That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault,
Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,
Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,
Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
But let the world ranke me in Register
A Master leauer, and a fugitiue:
Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!

1
Let's speake to him.

Cent.
Let's heare him, for the things he speakes
May concerne Cæsar.

2
Let's do so; but he sleepes.

Cent.
Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his
Was neuer yet for sleepe.

1
Go we to him.

2
Awake sir, awake, speake to vs.

1
Heare you sir?

Cent.
The hand of death hath raught him.
Drummes afarre off. 
Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers:
Let vs beare him to'th'Court of Guard: he is of note:
Our houre is fully out.

2
exeuntCome on then, he may recouer yet.

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