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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].

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SCENE I. Camp before Alexandria. Enter Cæsar, with a Letter in his Hand; Mecænas, Officers, and Others, attending.

Cæs.
He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt: my messenger
He hath whip'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
Cæsar to Antony: Let the old ruffian know,
He hath many ^note14Q1110 other ways to dye; mean time,
I laugh at his challenge. ^note ^note

Mec.
Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of 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. See it be done;
And feast the army: we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony! Exeunt.
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