Act IV, Scene 7

Field of battle between the camps.

[Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA] [p]and others]

• Agrippa. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far: 2755
  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! 2760
  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. 2765

• 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 2770
  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 2775
  Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
  For thy good valour. Come thee on.

• Scarus. I'll halt after.

[Exeunt]