Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others.



Agr. Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far.
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded.



Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven, them home
With clouts about their heads.

Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.

Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now't is made an H.

Ant. They do retire.

Scar. 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.

Scar. Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'T is sport to maul a runner.

Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scar. I'll halt after.

[Exeunt.