7. SCENE VII. Field of battle between the Camps.
[Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and others.]
Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
[Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.]
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had driven 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
Room for six scotches more.
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 sprightly comfort, and tenfold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
I'll halt after.