The Same. Another Room. |
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Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting. |
| Eno. How now, friend Eros! |
| Eros. There's strange news come, sir. |
| Eno. What, man? |
| Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. |
| Eno. This is old: what is the success? |
| Eros. Cæsar, 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 Cæsar. More, Domitius; |
| My lord desires you presently: my news |
| I might have told hereafter. |
| Eno. 'Twill be naught; |
| But let it be. Bring me to Antony. |
| Eros. Come, sir. [Exeunt. |
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