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Enter a SENTRY and his company.
ENOBARBUS follows
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A SENTRY and his company enter,
followed by ENOBARBUS.
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SENTRY 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.
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SENTRY If we aren’t relieved in an hour, we have to return to our
barracks. The night is bright, and they say we’ll be forming for
battle by two a.m.
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FIRST WATCH
5This last day was a shrewd one to ’s.
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FIRST WATCH That last day was a hard one for us.
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ENOBARBUS O bear me witness, night—
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ENOBARBUS Oh, listen to me, night—
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SECOND WATCH What man is this?
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SECOND WATCH Who is this?
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FIRST WATCH Stand close and list him.
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FIRST WATCH Stay hidden and listen.
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ENOBARBUS Be witness to me, O thou blessèd moon,
10When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.
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ENOBARBUS Be my witness, oh you blessed moon. The men who revolted against
Antony will be remembered scornfully in the history books. But poor
Enobarbus repented.
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SENTRY Enobarbus?
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SENTRY That’s Enobarbus?
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SECOND WATCH Peace! Hark further.
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SECOND WATCH Quiet! Keep listening.
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ENOBARBUS
15O 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,
20Which, 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
25A master-leaver and a fugitive.
O Antony! O Antony!
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ENOBARBUS Oh, moon, you queen of sadness, drop poisonous dew on me so that
my life, which continues against my wishes, will end. Take my heart
and throw it against my hard, stony sin. My heart, which dried out
with grief, will surely break apart into a powder, and that will be
the end of my disgusting mind. Oh, Antony! You are more noble than
my revolt is dishonorable. Forgive my crimes against you, but let
history record me as a fugitive traitor. Oh, Antony! Oh,
Antony!
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