Trouble yourselves no further. Pray you, hasten
Your generals after.
Sir, Mark Antony
Will e’en but kiss Octavia, and we’ll follow.
Till I shall see you in your soldiers’ dress,
5Which will become you both, farewell.
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
Your way is
My purposes do draw me much about.
You’ll win two days upon me.