If that against the odds we have upon you
You dare come forth, and fight, receive the honour
To dye like Romans, if ye faint, resolve
To starve like Wretches; I disdain to change
Another syllable with you. [Exeunt.
Ant. Let us dye nobly;
And rather fall upon each others Sword
Than come into these Villains hands.
Cæs. That Fortune,
Which to this hour hath been a Friend to Cæsar,