ACT IV. 
1. SCENE I. CAESAR'S Camp at Alexandria.
 
[Enter CAESAR reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MAECENAS, and others.] 
 
CAESAR.
 
He calls me boy; and chides as he had power
 
To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
 
He hath whip'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
 
Caesar to Antony:--let the old ruffian know
 
I have many other ways to die; meantime
 
Laugh at his challenge. 
 
MAECENAS.
 
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
 
Made good guard for itself. 
 
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 serv'd Mark Antony but late,
 
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.] 
 
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