Before Alexandria. Caesar's Camp.
 Enter CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MAECENAS, with his ARMY.
 CAESAR reading a letter.

Caesar	He calls me boy, and chides as he had power
	To beat me out of Egypt. My messenger
	He hath whipped with rods; dares me to personal combat,
	Caesar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
	I have many other ways to die; meantime
	Laugh at his challenge.

Maecenas								Caesar 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.

Caesar									Let our best heads
	Know that tomorrow the last of many battles
	We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
	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 earned the waste. Poor Antony!
													[Exeunt.

