1727Eno. How now Friend Eros?

1728Eros. Ther's strange Newes come Sir.

1729Eno. What man?

1730Ero. Caesar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey.

1731Eno. This is old, what is the successe?

1732Eros. Caesar hauing made vse of him in the warres

1733'gainst Pompey: presently denied him riuality, would not

1734let him partake in the glory of the action, and not resting

1735here, accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to

1736Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale seizes him, so the poore

1737third is vp, till death enlarge his Confine.

1738Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more,

1739and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le

1740grinde the other. Where's Anthony?

1741Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes

1742The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,

1743And threats the throate of that his Officer,

1744That murdred Pompey.

1745Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd.

1746Eros. For Italy and Caesar, more Domitius,

1747My Lord desires you presently: my Newes

1748I might haue told heareafter.

1749Eno. 'Twill be naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony.

1750Eros. Come Sir, Exeunt.