Act IVScene I
Caesar’s Camp at Alexandria
Enter Caesar, Agrippa, and Maecenas, with his army. Caesar reading a letter.
Caesar
He calls me boy, and chides as he had powerTo beat me out of Egypt. My messengerHe hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal combat,Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian knowI have many other ways to die; meantimeLaugh at his challenge.
Maecenas
Caesar must think,When one so great begins to rage, he’s huntedEven to falling. Give him no breath, but nowMake boot of his distraction. Never angerMade good guard for itself.
Caesar
Let our best headsKnow that tomorrow the last of many battlesWe 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 earned the waste. Poor Antony!
Exeunt.