Act IV, Scene vi:
Field of battle between the Camps.

[Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and others.]

AGRIPPA:

Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far:

Caesar himself has work, and our oppression

Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.]

[Alarum. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.]

SCARUS:

O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!

Had we done so at first, we had driven 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 sprightly comfort, and tenfold

For thy good valour. Come thee on.

SCARUS:

I'll halt after.

[Exeunt.]