Agr.
Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Cæsar himself has work, and ^note our oppression ^note
Exceeds what we expected. [Exeunt. ^note

Alarums. ^note Enter ^note Antony, and Scarus wounded.

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

Ant.
Thou bleed'st apace.

Scar.
I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H. [Retreat afar off. ^note

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 ^note 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:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.

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

Scar.
I'll halt after. [Exeunt.

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