William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, Act IV, Scene VII

Scene VII

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 Mark 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.

Mark Antony

Thou bleed'st apace.

Scarus

I had a wound here that was like a T, But now 'tis made an H.

Mark 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.

Mark Antony

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

Scarus

I'll halt after.

Exeunt