• Enter a SENTRY and his company. ENOBARBUS follows

    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.

    FIRST WATCH

    5This last day was a shrewd one to ’s.

    ENOBARBUS

    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,
    10When men revolted shall upon record
    Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
    Before thy face repent.

    SENTRY

    Enobarbus?

    SECOND WATCH

    Peace! Hark further.

    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!
  • A SENTRY and his company enter, followed by ENOBARBUS.

    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.

    FIRST WATCH

    That last day was a hard one for us.

    ENOBARBUS

    Oh, listen to me, night—

    SECOND WATCH

    Who is this?

    FIRST WATCH

    Stay hidden and listen.

    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.

    SENTRY

    That’s Enobarbus?

    SECOND WATCH

    Quiet! Keep listening.

    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!