ACT IV SCENE I | Before Alexandria. Octavius Caesar's camp. | |
[
Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with
his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter
] |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power |
| To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger |
| He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, |
| Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know |
| I have many other ways to die; meantime | 5 |
| Laugh at his challenge. |
MECAENAS | Caesar must think, |
| When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted |
| Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now |
| Make boot of his distraction: never anger | 10 |
| Made good guard for itself. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Let our best heads |
| Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles |
| We mean to fight: within our files there are, |
| Of those that served Mark Antony but late, | 15 |
| Enough to fetch him in. See it done: |
| And feast the army; we have store to do't, |
| And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! |
[Exeunt] |