Act II, Scene iv:
Rome. A street.

[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.]