ACT II. SCENE IV. Rome. A street.
[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!