Act IVScene VII
Field of battle between the Camps
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others.
Agrippa
Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far.Caesar himself has work, and our oppressionExceeds what we expected.
Exeunt.
Alarums. Enter Antony and Scarus wounded.
Scarus
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!Had we done so at first, we had droven them homeWith clouts about their heads.
Antony
Thou bleed’st apace.
Scarus
I had a wound here that was like a T,But now ’tis made an H.
Sounds retreat far off.
Antony
They do retire.
Scarus
We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yetRoom for six scotches more.
Enter Eros.
Eros
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage servesFor a fair victory.
Scarus
Let us score their backsAnd snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind.’Tis sport to maul a runner.
Antony
I will reward theeOnce for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfoldFor thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scarus
I’ll halt after.
Exeunt.