Agrippa.
[Regretfully.] Still I should have liked to have seen her brought to Rome.
Octavian.
Ah! I shall be quite contented to see her comfortably in her coffin in Egypt. We’ll let her be buried beside Antony. It will gratify the Egyptians, and it won’t hurt us. See to it, there’s a good fellow.
[Exit Agrippa. Octavian leans back, and falls asleep on the throne.
Curtain.
The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith.
A DRAMATIC PROLOGUE.