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The hand of death hath raught him. Drums afar off Hark! the drums Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out.
Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep.
Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Caesar.
Enobarbus!
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.
Follow the noise so far as we have quarter; Let's see how it will give off.
Ay; is't not strange?
Walk; let's see if other watchmen Do hear what we do?
Peace, I say! What should this mean?
Music i' the air.
List, list!
Well, sir, good night.
Nothing. What news?
Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.