1 You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
2 I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions.
3 Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
4 Enter fighting soldiers of both armies; then Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Lucilius, Flavius and others.
5 You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well.
6 Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands, Who to Philippi here consorted us.
7 O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early, Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.
8 This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us; So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence, whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.'