Soldier: The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
MARK ANTONY: Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
To make me fight at land!
MARK ANTONY: 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!