Rome. A street.
(Lepidus; Maecenas; Agrippa)
Lepidus bids farewell to Maecenas and Agrippa. (14 lines)
Enter Lepidus, Maecenas, and Agrippa.
Trouble yourselves no further; pray you hasten
Your generals after.
Sir, Mark Antony
Will e’en but kiss Octavia, and we’ll follow.
Till I shall see you in your soldier’s dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
Your way is shorter,
My purposes do draw me much about.
You’ll win two days upon me.
Sir, good success!