Field of battle between the Camps.
 Alarum. Drums and trumpets.
 Enter AGRIPPA and OTHERS.

Agrippa	Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far.
	Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
	Exceeds what we expected.
													[Exeunt.
                Alarums. Enter ANTONY, and SCARUS wounded.

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

Antony									Thou bleed'st apace.

Scarus	I had a wound here that was like a T,
	But now 'tis made an H.
										 [Retreat sounded far off.

Antony								They do retire.

Scarus	We'll beat 'em into bench-holes. I have yet
	Room for six scotches more.

                               Enter EROS.

Eros	They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
	For a fair victory.

Scarus							Let us score their backs
	And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind;
	'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Antony								I will reward thee
	Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold
	For thy good valour. Come thee on.

Scarus										I'll halt after.
													[Exeunt.

