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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].

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SCENE V. The same. Another Room in the same. Enter Eros, and Enobarbus, meeting.

Eno.

How now, friend Eros?

Ero.

There's strange news come, sir.

Eno.

What, man?

Ero.

Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars ^note upon Pompey.

Eno.

his is old; What is the success?

Ero.

Cæsar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently deny'd him rivalty; would not let him partake in the glory of the action: ^note and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his appeal ^note, seizes him: So the poor third is up, 'till death enlarge his confine.

Eno.
Then, world, thou hast ^note14Q1094 a pair of chaps, no more;
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They'll grind the one the other.—Where is Antony?

Ero.
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.

Eno.
Our great navy's rig'd.

Ero.
For Italy, and Cæsar. More, Domitius;

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My lord desires you presently: my news
I might have told hereafter.

Eno.
'twill ^note be naught:
But let it be.—Bring me to Antony.

Ero.
Come, sir. [Exeunt.
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