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| SCENE I. Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp. |
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Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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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,
Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
5 I have many other ways to die; meantime
Laugh at his challenge.
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| MECAENAS |
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Caesar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
10 Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight: within our files there are,
15 Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done:
And feast the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!
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Exeunt
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