SCENE VII. Field of battle between the Camps.

ACT IV

[Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others.]

AGRIPPA

Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far.

Caesar himself has work, and our oppression

Exceeds 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 home

With 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 yet

Room for six scotches more.

[Enter Eros.]

EROS

They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves

For a fair victory.

SCARUS

Let us score their backs

And snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind.

’Tis sport to maul a runner.

ANTONY

I will reward thee

Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold

For thy good valour. Come thee on.

SCARUS

I’ll halt after.

[Exeunt.]