Euter a Centerie, and his Company, Enobarbus followes.
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.
This laſt day was a ſhrew'd one too's.
Oh beare me witneſſe night.
2 What man is this?
1 Stand cloſe, and liſt him.
Be witneſſe to me (O thou bleſſed Moone)
When men reuolted ſhall vpon Record
Beare hatefull memory: poore Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.
2 Peace: Hearke further.
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.
Let's heare him, for the things he ſpeakes
May concerne Cæſar.
2 Let's do ſo, but he ſleepes.
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?
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 Come on then, he may recouer yet. exeunt