Scarus, wounded.
Scar.
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had driven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Ant.
Thou bleed'st apace.
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.
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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:
'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.
J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
