Lep. Noble Anthony, not sickenesse should detaine
me.

Flourish. Exit omnes. Manet Enobarbus, Agrippa, Mecenas.

Mec. Welcome from aegypt Sir

Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecenas. My
honourable Friend Agrippa

Agri. Good Enobarbus

Mece. We haue cause to be glad, that matters are so
well disgested: you staid well by't in Egypt

Enob. I Sir, we did sleepe day out of countenaunce:
and made the night light with drinking

Mece. Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a breakfast:
and but twelue persons there. Is this true?
Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle: we had much
more monstrous matter of Feast, which worthily deserued
noting

Mecenas. She's a most triumphant Lady, if report be
square to her

Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony, she purst
vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis