Ant. Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my
queen; 191 There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight
'll make death love me, for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.
[Exeunt all but Enobarbus.
Eno. Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious
Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek 200 Some way to leave him. [Exit.
Before Alexandria. Cæsar's camp. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Mæcenas, with his army: Cæsar reading a letter.
Cæs. 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
Cæsar to Antony. Let the old ruffian know
I have many other ways to die, meantime
Laugh at his challenge.
Mæc. Cæsar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now