The Tragedy Of Antony And Cleopatra

1 Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Maecenas, with his army.
2 Caesar reading a letter.
3 CAESAR.
4 He calls me boy, and chides as he had power
5 To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger
6 He hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal combat,
7 Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
8 I have many other ways to die; meantime
9 Laugh at his challenge.
10 MAECENAS.
11 Caesar must think,
12 When one so great begins to rage, he’s hunted
13 Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
14 Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
15 Made good guard for itself.
16 CAESAR.
17 Let our best heads
18 Know that tomorrow the last of many battles
19 We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
20 Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
21 Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
22 And feast the army; we have store to do’t,
23 And they have earned the waste. Poor Antony!
24 [_Exeunt._]