Enter Lepidus, Mecaenas, and Agrippa.



Lep. Trouble yourselves no further pray you, hasten
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 soldier's dress,
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.