ACT IV - SCENE I. Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp.
1 He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power 2 To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger 3 He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, 4 Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know 5 I have many other ways to die; meantime 6 Laugh at his challenge.
7 Caesar must think, 8 When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted 9 Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now 10 Make boot of his distraction: never anger 11 Made good guard for itself.
12 Let our best heads 13 Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles 14 We mean to fight: within our files there are, 15 Of those that served Mark Antony but late, 16 Enough to fetch him in. See it done: 17 And feast the army; we have store to do't, 18 And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!