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.
Cæs.He calles me Boy, and chides as he had powerTo beate me out of Egypt. My MessengerHe 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 timeNote: 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 huntedEuen to falling. Giue him no breath, but nowMake boote of his distraction: Neuer angerMade good guard for it selfe.
Cæs.Let our best heads know,That to morrow, the last of many BattailesWe 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.