It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him. [Exit.
Enter CÆSAR, reading a letter; AGRIPPA, MECÆNAS, and others.
CŒs. 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, Cæsar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know I've many other ways to die;1 meantime Laugh at his challenge.
Mec. Cæsar, we must think, When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now Make boot2 of his distraction: never anger Made good guard for itself.
Cæ. 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, Enough to fetch him in. See it be done:____________________