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^{7 note}

Mec.
Cæsar must think^{8 note}

Make boot of^{9 note} 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^{1 note}

. See it done^{2 note};
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! [Exeunt.

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