Field of Battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and Others.
| Agr. Retire, we have engagd ourselves too far.|
|Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression|
|Exceeds what we expected. [Exeunt.|| 5|
Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.
| Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!|
|Had we done so at first, we had droven them home|
|With clouts about their heads.|
| Ant. Thou bleedst apace.|| 10|
| Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,|
|But now tis made an H.|
| Ant. They do retire.|
| Scar. Well beat em into bench-holes: I have yet|
|Room for six scotches more.|| 15|
| Eros. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves|
|For a fair victory.|
| Scar. Let us score their backs,|
|And snatch em up, as we take hares, behind:|| 20|
|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. Ill halt after. [Exeunt.|| 25|