Scene IV Rome. A Street
Enter Lepidus, Maecenas and Agrippa.
LEPIDUS.
Trouble yourselves no further. Pray you hasten
Your generals after.
AGRIPPA.
Sir, Mark Antony
Will e’en but kiss Octavia, and we’ll follow.
LEPIDUS.
Till I shall see you in your soldier’s dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.
MAECENAS.
We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
LEPIDUS.
Your way is shorter;
My purposes do draw me much about.
You’ll win two days upon me.
BOTH.
Sir, good success!
LEPIDUS.
Farewell.
[Exeunt.]