Scene V.The Same. Another Room.
Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting.
Eno. How now, friend Eros!
Eros. There's strange news come, sir.
Eno. What, man?
Eros. Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars
Eno. This is old: what is the success?
Eros. Cæsar, 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.
Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps,
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They'll grind the one the other. Where's
Eros. He's walking in the gardenthus: and
The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool,
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murder'd Pompey.
Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd.
Eros. For Italy and Cæsar. More, Domitius;
My lord desires you presently: my news
I might have told hereafter.
Eno. 'Twill be naught;
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
Eros. Come, sir. [Exeunt.