[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.]