Antony and Cleopatra, Act 4, Scene 9

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.

If we're not relieved within the hour, we have to go back to the guardhouse. The night is bright, and they say we'll be drawn up in battle order by two in the morning.

This last day was a shrewd one to’s.

Yesterday was a hard one for us.

O, bear me witness, night.—

Oh, be my witness, night—

What man is this?

Who is this man?

Stand close and list him.

Stay close by and listen to 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.

Be my witness, blessed moon, when men who have turned traitor are remembered with hatred in the records, that poor Enobarbus repented in front of your face.

Enobarbus?

Enobarbus?

Peace! Hark further.

Quiet! Listen some more.

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 fault, Which, 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 A master-leaver and a fugitive. O Antony! O Antony!

Oh queen and mistress of true melancholy, squeeze the poisonous damp of night down onto me, so that life, which utterly rebels against my will, may cling to me no longer. Throw my heart against the flint and hardness of my offence, and my heart, dried out with grief, will break into powder and put an end to all my foul thoughts. Oh Antony, as much nobler than my desertion is shameful, forgive me for your own part, but let the world set me down in the record as a man who abandoned his master, a deserter. Oh Antony! Oh Antony!

Let’s speak to him.

Let's speak to him.

Let’s hear him, for the things he speaks may concern Caesar.

Let's listen to him, because the things he says may have to do with Caesar.

Let’s do so. But he sleeps.

Let's do that. But he's asleep.

Swoons rather, for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep.

He's fainted, more likely, because a prayer as terrible as his was never a prayer for sleep.

Go we to him.

Let's go over to him.

Awake, sir, awake! Speak to us.

Wake up, sir, wake up! Speak to us.

Hear you, sir?

Do you hear us, sir?

The hand of death hath raught him.

The hand of death has reached him.

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.

Listen! The drums are quietly waking the men who are asleep. Let's carry him to the guardhouse; he's a man of importance. Our watch is completely over.

Come on, then. He may recover yet.

Come on, then. He may still come round.