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.

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