Act II, Scene 4

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 - [with Agrippa] Sir, good success!

Lepidus - Farewell.

[Exeunt]