Act III, Scene 5

The same. Another room

[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting]

Domitius Enobarus - How now, friend Eros!

Eros - There's strange news come, sir.

Domitius Enobarus - What, man?

Eros - Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

Domitius Enobarus - 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.

Domitius Enobarus - 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.

Domitius Enobarus - 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.

Domitius Enobarus - 'Twill be naught: But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

Eros - Come, sir.

[Exeunt]