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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