Act III, Scene v:
Athens. Another Room in ANTONY'S House.

[Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting.]

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,

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 murder'd 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.

[Exeunt.]