Act 4 - Scene 9
OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
Sentinels at their post
If we be not relieved within this hour,
We must return to the court of guard: the night
Is shiny; and they say
we shall embattle
By the second hour i' the morn.
This last day was
A shrewd one to's.
Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
O, bear me witness, night,
What man is this?
Stand close, and list him.
Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory,
poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
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
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!
Let's speak To him.
Let's hear him, for the things he speaks
May concern Caesar.
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