Enter Enobarbus and Eros, meeting.



Eno. How now, friend Eros!

Eros. There's strange news come, sir.

Eno. What, man?

Eros. Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

Eno. 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.

Eno. 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 murder'd Pompey.

Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd.

Eros. For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;

My lord desires you presently: my news
I might have told hereafter.

Eno. "T will be naught;
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

Eros. Come, sir.

[Exeunt.