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| 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] |
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