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Field of Battle between the Camps. | |
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Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and Others. | |
| Agr. Retire, we have engag’d ourselves too far. | |
| Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression | |
| Exceeds what we expected. [Exeunt. | 5 |
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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. | 10 |
| Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T, | |
| But now ’tis made an H. | |
| Ant. They do retire. | |
| Scar. We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes: I have yet | |
| Room for six scotches more. | 15 |
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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: | 20 |
| ’Tis 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. | 25 |
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