Antony and Cleopatra
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Act III, Scene 5
The same. Another room.
[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting]
- Domitius Enobarus. How now, friend Eros!
- 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
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.
- 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!'
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
I might have told hereafter.
- Domitius Enobarus. 'Twill be naught:
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.