Act III, Scene 5

The same. Another room.

[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting]

• Domitius Enobarus. How now, friend Eros! 1795

• Eros. There's strange news come, sir.

• Domitius Enobarus. What, man?

• Eros. Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

• Domitius Enobarus. This is old: what is the success?

• Eros. Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst 1800
  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. 1805

• Domitius Enobarus. 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!' 1810
  And threats the throat of that his officer
  That murder'd Pompey.

• Domitius Enobarus. Our great navy's rigg'd.

• Eros. For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
  My lord desires you presently: my news 1815
  I might have told hereafter.

• Domitius Enobarus. 'Twill be naught:
  But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

• Eros. Come, sir.

[Exeunt]