Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 4 Scene 7
Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.Enter Agrippa.
AgripRetire, we haue engag'd our selues too farre:Cæsar himselfe ha's worke, and our oppressionExit.Exceeds what we expected.
Alarums.Enter Anthony, and Scarrus wounded.
Scar.O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed,Had we done so at first, we had drouen them homeFar off.With clowts about their heads.
Ant.Thou bleed'st apace.
Scar.I had a wound heere that was like a T,But now 'tis made an H.
Ant.They do retyre.
Scar.Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yetRoome for six scotches more.
Enter Eros.
Eros.They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage seruesFor a faire victory.
Scar.Let vs score their backes,And snatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,'Tis sport to maul a Runner.
Ant.I will reward theeOnce for thy sprightly comfort, and ten-foldFor thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar.Exeunt.Ile halt after.