Enter ENOBARBUS and
How now, friend Eros!
There’s strange news come, sir.
Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
5This is old. What is the success?
Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst
presently denied him rivality, would not let him
in the glory of the action, and, not resting here,
him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon
own appeal seizes him. So the poor
third is up, till death
enlarge his confine.
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?
15He’s walking in the garden—(imitating anger) thus, and
The rush that lies before him; cries, “Fool Lepidus!”
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murdered Pompey.
Our great navy’s
For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
20My lord desires you presently. My news
I might have told hereafter.