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.
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
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.