Antonius en Cleopatra: Bedrijf 3, scène 5

Enobarbus

How now, friend Eros?

What's happening, my friend Eros?

Eros

There’s strange news come, sir.

Some strange news has arrived, sir.

Enobarbus

What, man?

What is it, man?

Eros

Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

Caesar and Lepidus have gone to war against Pompey.

Enobarbus

This is old. What is the success?

That's old news. What was the outcome?

Eros

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

After using Lepidus in the war against Pompey, Caesar immediately denied him equal power and refused to let him share in the glory of the campaign. And he didn't stop there. He accused Lepidus of writing letters to Pompey in the past and arrested him on his own accusation. So the poor third ruler is locked up until death sets him free.

Enobarbus

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

Then, world, you have only two jaws left. Throw all the food you have between them, and they'll still grind each other to pieces. Where's Antony?

Eros

He’s walking in the garden, thus, and spurnsThe rush that lies before him; cries “Fool Lepidus!”And threats the throat of that his officerThat murdered Pompey.

He's walking in the garden like this, kicking at the grass in front of him. He cries, “Fool Lepidus!” and threatens to cut the throat of that officer of his who murdered Pompey.

Enobarbus

Our great navy’s rigged.

Our great navy is ready to sail.

Eros

For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:My lord desires you presently. My newsI might have told hereafter.

Against Italy and Caesar. One more thing, Domitius: my lord wants to see you immediately. I could have told you my news afterward.

Enobarbus

’Twill be naught,But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

It will come to no good, but let it happen. Take me to Antony.

Eros

Come, sir.

Come, sir.