Antony and Cleopatra 
 Before Alexandria. CÆSAR'S Camp.  |  
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Enter CÆSAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECÆNAS, and Others.  |  
|   cæs.  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, |  
| Cæsar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know |  
| I have many other ways to die; meantime |  
| Laugh at his challenge. |  
|   Mec.        Cæsar 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. |  
|   Cæs.        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 serv'd 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. |  
 
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