He calls me boy, and chides as he had power

4.1.42392To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger

4.1.52393He hath whipped with rods, dares me to personal combat,

4.1.62394Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know

4.1.72395I have many other ways to die. Meantime

4.1.82396Laugh at his challenge.

Laugh at his challenge. Caesar must think,

4.1.92398When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted

4.1.102399Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now

4.1.112400Make boot of his distraction. Never anger

4.1.122401Made good guard for itself.

Made good guard for itself. Let our best heads know,

4.1.132403That tomorrow the last of many battles

4.1.142404We mean to fight. Within our files there are

4.1.152405Of those that served Mark Antony but late

4.1.162406Enough to fetch him in. See it done;

4.1.172407And feast the army--we have store to do't,

4.1.182408And they have earned the waste. Poor Antony!

4.1.19Exeunt.