Scene VII. Field of Battle between the
Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA
Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far.
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected. [Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought
Had we done so at first, we had droven them
With clouts about their heads.
Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
Ant. They do retire.
Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have
Boom for six scotches more.
Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advant-
For a fair victory.
Scar. Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.
Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. I'll halt after. [Exeunt.