Act IV, Scene 1

Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR’s camp.

[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with] [p]his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter]

• Octavius. 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
  I have many other ways to die; meantime 2500
  Laugh at his challenge.

• Mecaenas. 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 2505
  Made good guard for itself.

• Octavius. 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 served Mark Antony but late, 2510
  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!

[Exeunt]