Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting
ENOBARBUS
How now, friend Eros!
EROS
There's strange news come, sir.
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 murd'red Pompey.
ENOBARBUS
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.
ENOBARBUS
'Twill be naught;
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
EROS. Come, sir.
