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Scene

IV

The same. A street.

Enter Lepidus, Mecaenas, 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.

Mecaenas

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.

Mecaenas

Agrippa

Sir, good success!

Lepidus

Farewell. Exeunt.