Enter Enobarbus, and Eros.
How now Friend Eros?
Ther's ſtrange Newes come Sir.
Cæſar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey.
This is old, what is the ſucceſſe?
Cæſar hauing made vſe of him in the warres
'gainſt Pompey: preſently denied him riuality, 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. Vpon his owne appeale ſeizes him, ſo the poore
third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine.
Then would thou hadſt a paire of chapsn o more,
and throw betweene them all the food thou haſt, they'le
grinde the other. Where's Anthony?
He's walking in the garden thus, and ſpurnes
The ruſh that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,
And threats the throate of that his Officer,
That murdred Pompey.
Our great Nauies rig'd.
For Italy and Cæſar, more Domitius,
My Lord deſires you preſently: my Newes
I might haue told heareafter.
'Twillbe naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony.
Come Sir, Exeunt.