Trumpets sound. Enter ANTONY and
EROS, and a SOLDIER meeting
The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
Would thou and those thy scars had once prevailed
To make me fight at land!
Hadst thou done
The kings that have revolted, and the soldier
5That has this morning left thee, would have
Followed thy heels.
Who’s gone this
One ever near thee. Call for Enobarbus
He shall not hear thee, or from Caesar’s camp
Say “I am none of thine.”
10He is with Caesar.
Sir, his chests and
He has not with him.
Go, Eros, send his treasure after. Do it.
Detain no jot, I charge thee. Write to him—
I will subscribe—gentle adieus and greetings.
15Say that I wish he never find more cause
To change a master. Oh, my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.—Enobarbus!