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Gaius Octavian: You shall leave this city. You shall go east to your provinces, and you shall not come back. Mark Antony: Or else what, boy? Gaius Octavian: You shall leave this city or I will declare our alliance is broken. I shall have this sad story told in the forum, I will have it posted in every city in Italy, and you know the people are not so liberal with their wives as you are. They shall say you wear cuckolds horns; they shall say your wife betrayed you with a low-born pleb on my staff. You will be a figure of fun. The proles will laugh at you in the street. Your soldiers will mock you behind your back. Go on, strike me. See what will happen. Oh, and Antony, if you find that gold, you'll be sure to tell me, won't you?