Act IV, 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 MARK 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 spritely comfort, and ten-fold For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scarus - I'll halt after.

[Exeunt]