Servant. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
Antony. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc'd.
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,[100]
290No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay awhile;[101]
Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse[102]
Into the market-place: there shall I try,
In my oration, how the people take
295The cruel issue of these bloody men;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse