2391Caes. He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power

2392To beate me out of Egypt. My Messenger

2393He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to personal Combat.

2394Caesar to Anthony: let the old Russian know,

2395I haue many other wayes to dye: meane time

2396Laugh at his Challenge.

2397Mece. Caesar must thinke,

2398When one so great begins to rage, hee's hunted

2399Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now

2400Make boote of his distraction: Neuer anger

2401Made good guard for it selfe.

2402Caes. Let our best heads know,

2403That to morrow, the last of many Battailes

2404We meane to fight. Within our Files there are,

2405Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late,

2406Enough to fetch him in. See it done,

2407And Feast the Army, we haue store to doo't,

2408And they haue earn'd the waste. Poore Anthony. Exeunt