Antony and Cleopatra

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.
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 spritely comfort, and ten-fold For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scarus	I’ll halt after. Exeunt.

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