1    How now, friend Eros!

2    There's strange news come, sir.

3    What, man?

4    Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

5    This is old: what is the success?

6    Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst
7    Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let
8    him partake in the glory of the action: and not
9    resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly
10   wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so
11   the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

12   Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
13   And throw between them all the food thou hast,
14   They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?

15   He's walking in the garden--thus; and spurns
16   The rush that lies before him; cries, 'Fool Lepidus!'
17   And threats the throat of that his officer
18   That murder'd Pompey.

19   Our great navy's rigg'd.

20   For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius;
21   My lord desires you presently: my news
22   I might have told hereafter.

23   'Twill be naught:
24   But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

25   Come, sir.