Enter Enobarbus and Eros meeting.
ENOBARBUS.
How now, friend Eros?
EROS.
There’s strange news come, sir.
ENOBARBUS.
What, man?
EROS.
Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
ENOBARBUS.
This is old. What is the success?
EROS.
Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him
rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and, not
resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his
own appeal, seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his
confine.
ENOBARBUS.
Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more,
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They’ll grind the one the other. Where’s Antony?
EROS.
He’s walking in the garden, thus, and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries “Fool Lepidus!”
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murdered Pompey.
ENOBARBUS.
Our great navy’s rigged.
EROS.
For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
My lord desires you presently. My news
I might have told hereafter.
ENOBARBUS.
’Twill be naught,
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
EROS.
Come, sir.
[Exeunt.]
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