Let our best heads
Know that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight.
'Twas the night before the big battle and Caesar and Antony and their respective camps are discussing the morrow's adventures. Caesar has declined Antony’s challenge to one on one combat and Antony is a bit miffed. But like a pair of pro wrestlers they’re both talking the big talk. Then Antony switches gears and gets into such a melancholy mood that he upsets his servants and advisors.
When the day comes it appears that Antony’s forces have taken the upper hand but then things take a turn for the worse. Antony blames Cleopatra, assuming that she’s sold him down the river. He flips out and she runs off to fake her own death. Antony hears of this and tries to do the same but makes a mess of it. Just about then word comes to him that Cleopatra isn’t dead after all. Oops.
Antony lingers just long enough for his final scene with Cleopatra and then he’s done for. Even a Shakespeare novice knows pretty much how it goes from there. But there is that one final act.