Act 4, Scene 7
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 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.
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.