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