AGRIPPA, and MAECENAS, with his
army, CAESAR reading a letter
He calls me “boy” and chides as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger
He hath whipped with rods, dares me to personal combat,
Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
5I have many other ways to die, meantime
Laugh at his challenge.
Caesar must think
When one so great begins to rage, he’s hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
10Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
Made good guard for itself.
Let our best
Know that tomorrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
15Enough 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!