ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA

Act 4 Scene 1

(Enter Caesar, reading a letter, with Agrippa, Maecenas, and his army)
l1l	Caesar	 He calls me boy, and chides as he had power
l2l		To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger
l3l		He hath whipped with rods, dares me to personal combat,
l4l		Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
l5l		I have many other ways to die# meantime,
l6l		Laugh at his challenge.
	Maecenas	Caesar must think,
l7l		When one so great begins to rage, he’s hunted
l8l		Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
l9l		Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
l10l		Made good guard for itself.
	Caesar	Let our best heads
l11l		Know that tomorrow the last of many battles
l12l		We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
l13l		Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
l14l		Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
l15l		And feast the army. We have store to do ’t,
l16l		And they have earned the waste. Poor Antony!
		(Exeunt)