| [Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting] | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | How now, friend Eros! |
| EROS | There's strange news come, sir. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | What, man? |
| EROS | Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. |
| DOMITIUS 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. |
| DOMITIUS 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. |
| DOMITIUS 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. |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | 'Twill be naught: But let it be. Bring me to Antony. |
| EROS | Come, sir. |
| [Exeunt] |