| ACT III SCENE V | The same. Another room. | |
| | 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. | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| | 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? | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
| EROS | Come, sir. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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