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, 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, a pair of chaps, no more,
And throw between them all the food ,
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 . My news
I might have told hereafter.
ENOBARBUS
’Twill be ,
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
EROS
Come, sir.