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He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter’d: but he neither loves, [15]
Nor either cares for him.

MENAS
Cæsar and Lepidus
Are in the field, a mighty strength they carry.

POMPEY
Where have you this? ’tis false.

MENAS
From Silvius, sir.

POMPEY
He dreams: I know they are in Rome together
Looking for Antony: but all the charms of love, [20]
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan’d lip!

Let witchcraft with beauty, lust with both,
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite, [25]

That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even till a Lethe’d dulness −

Enter Varrius.

How now, Varrius?

VARRIUS
This is most certain, that I shall deliver:
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome

Expected: since he went from Egypt, ’tis [30]
A space for farther travel.

POMPEY
I could have given less matter