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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Modern)
  • Editor: Randall Martin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

    Copyright Randall Martin. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
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    Anthony and Cleopatra (Modern)

    [4.10]
    Enter a Sentry and his company [of Caesar's Watch]. Enobarbus follows [apart].
    2695Sentry
    If we be not relieved within this hour,
    We must return to'th'court of guard. The night
    Is shiny, and they say we shall embattle
    By th'second hour i'th'morn.
    First Watch
    This last day was
    A shrewd one to's.
    2700Enobarbus
    O bear me witness, night--
    Second Watch
    What man is this?
    First Watch
    Stand close, and list him.
    Enobarbus
    Be witness to me, O thou blessèd moon,
    When men revolted shall upon record
    2705Bear hateful memory: poor Enobarbus did
    Before thy face repent.
    Enobarbus?
    Second Watch
    Peace!--Hark further.
    Enobarbus
    O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
    2710The 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
    2715And finish all foul thoughts. Oh 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.
    2720Oh, Antony! Oh, Antony!
    [He 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.
    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.
    First Watch
    Hear you, sir?
    2730Sentry
    The hand of death hath raught him.
    Drums afar off.
    Hark, the drums demurely wake the sleepers.
    Let us bear him to'th'court of guard;
    He is of note. Our hour is fully out.
    2735Second Watch
    Come on, then. He may recover yet.
    Exeunt [with the body].