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.