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
 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
 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,
 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]




 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA


ACT IV