Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter
AGRIPPA and others
Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far.
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
Alarums. Enter ANTONY, and
O my brave Emperor, this is fought indeed!
5Had we done so at first, we had droven them
With clouts about their heads.
I had a wound here that was like a “T,”
But now ’tis made an “H.”
Sound retreat far off
We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet
10Room 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.
15Once for thy sprightly comfort and tenfold
For thy good valor. Come thee on.