Scene IV.The Same. A Street.
Enter LEPIDUS, MECÆNAS, and AGRIPPA.
Lep. Trouble yourselves no further; pray you
Your generals after.
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldiers
Which will become you both, farewell.
Mec. We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
Lep. Your way is shorter;
My purposes do draw me much about:
You'll win two days upon me.
Mec. & Agr.} Sir, good success!
Lep. Farewell. [Exeunt.