And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance; if we draw lots he speeds,
His cocks do win the battle still of mine36
When it is all to nought, and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt;
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I' the east my pleasure lies.
Enter Ventidius.
O! come, Ventidius,40
You must to Parthia; your commission's ready;
Follow me, and receive 't. Exeunt.
Scene Four
[A Street in Rome]
Enter Lepidus, Mæcenas, and Agrippa.
Lep. Trouble yourselves no further; pray you hasten
Your generals after.
Agr. Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.
Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,4
Which will become you both, farewell.
Mæc. We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
Lep. Your way is shorter;
My purposes do draw me much about:8
You'll win two days upon me.
35 speeds: is successful
36 still: constantly
37, 38 his quails . . . at odds; cf. n.
2 Your generals after: after your generals