SCENE VIIField of battle between the camps.
Alarum. Drums and trumpets.
Enter AGRIPPA and others.
Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected. Exeunt. Alarums. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS wounded.
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Thou bleed'st apace.
I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
They do retire.
We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet (10)
Room for six scotches more. Enter EROS.
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.
Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.
I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valor. Come thee on.
I'll halt after. Exeunt.