| ACT IV SCENE I | Before Alexandria. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's camp. | |
| | Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, withhis Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | 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. | |
| MECAENAS | 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. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | 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! | |
| | Exeunt | |
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