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Antony and Cleopatra

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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.


[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.
  • Scarus. I had a wound here that was like a T,
    But now 'tis made an H. 2765
  • 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.