Scene + 

I + 

Before Alexandria. Caesar’s camp. + 

Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Mecaenas, with his Army; Caesar reading a letter. + 

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. + 

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. + 