Trumpets sound. Enter Mark Antony and Eros; a Soldier meeting them
Hadst thou done so, The kings that have revolted, and the soldier That has this morning left thee, would have still Follow'd thy heels.
Who! One ever near thee: call for Enobarbus, He shall not hear thee; or from Caesar's camp Say 'I am none of thine.'
Go, Eros, send his treasure after; do it; Detain no jot, I charge thee: write to him— I will subscribe—gentle adieus and greetings; Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a master. O, my fortunes have Corrupted honest men! Dispatch.—Enobarbus!