Trumpets ſound. Enter Anthony, and Eros.
The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.
Would thou, & thoſe thy ſcars had once preuaild
To make me fight at Land.
Had''ſt thou done ſo,
The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier
That has this morning left thee, would haue ſtill
Followed thy heeles.
Whoſe gone this morning?
Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enobarbus,
He ſhall not heare thee, or from Cæſars Campe,
Say I am none of thine.
What ſayeſt thou?
Sir he is with Cæſar.
Sir, his Cheſts and Treaſure he has not with him.
Is he gone?
Go Eros, ſend his Treaſure after, do it,
Detaine no iot I charge thee: write to him,
(I will ſubſcribe) gentle adieu's, and greetings;
Say, that I wiſh he neuer finde more cauſe
To change a Maſter. Oh my Fortunes haue
Corrupted honeſt men. Diſpatch Enobarbus. Exit