Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 4 Scene 1
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, & Mecenas with his Army,
Cæsar reading a Letter.
Cæsar reading a Letter.
Cæs.
He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.
Cæsar to Anthony: let the old Russian know,
I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Laugh at his Challenge.
He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.
Cæsar to Anthony: let the old Russian know,
I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time
Note: An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Laugh at his Challenge.
Mece.
Cæsar must thinke,
When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted
Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger
Made good guard for it selfe.
Cæsar must thinke,
When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted
Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger
Made good guard for it selfe.
Cæs.
Let our best heads know,
That to morrow, the last of many Battailes
We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,
Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,
Exeunt.And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony.
Let our best heads know,
That to morrow, the last of many Battailes
We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,
Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done,
And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,
Exeunt.And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony.