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Antony and Cleopatra - Act 3, scene 5
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Antony and Cleopatra - Act 3, scene 5Act 3, scene 5
⌜Scene 5⌝
Synopsis:
With Caesar having imprisoned Lepidus, Caesar and Antony now divide the rulership of their world. Antony’s navy is prepared to sail for Italy.
Enter Enobarbus and Eros.ENOBARBUS 1728 How now, friend Eros?
EROS 1729 There’s strange news come, sir.
ENOBARBUS 1730 What, man?
EROS 1731 Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon
1732 5 Pompey.
ENOBARBUS 1733 This is old. What is the success?
EROS 1734 Caesar, having made use of him in the wars
1735 ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality,
1736 would not let him partake in the glory of the action;
1737 10 and, not resting here, accuses him of letters he had
1738 formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal
1739 seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge
1740 his confine.
ENOBARBUS
1741 Then, ⌜world,⌝ thou ⌜hast⌝ a pair of chaps, no more,
1742 15 And throw between them all the food thou hast,
1743 They’ll grind ⌜the one⌝ the other. Where’s Antony?
EROS
1744 He’s walking in the garden, thus, and spurns
1745 The rush that lies before him; cries “Fool Lepidus!”
1746 And threats the throat of that his officer
1747 20 That murdered Pompey.
ENOBARBUS 1748 Our great navy’s rigged.
EROS
1749 For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
1750 My lord desires you presently. My news
1751 I might have told hereafter.
ENOBARBUS 1752 25 ’Twill be naught,
1753 But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
EROS 1754 Come, sir.
They exit.