Ch. 55: SCENE VII. Field of battle between the Camps.

SCENE VII. 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.

Sounds retreat far off.

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. _]