William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.
Act II. Scene IV.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,
Which will become you both, farewell.
Mec.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:
You’ll win two days upon me.
Mec. & Agr.Sir, good success!
Lep.Farewell.[Exeunt.
