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