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Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPA and others
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| AGRIPPA |
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Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
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Exeunt
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Alarums. Enter MARK ANTONY and SCARUS wounded
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| SCARUS |
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O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
5 Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Thou bleed'st apace.
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| SCARUS |
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I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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10 They do retire.
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| SCARUS |
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We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet
Room for six scotches more.
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Enter EROS
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| EROS |
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They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.
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| SCARUS |
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15 Let us score their backs,
And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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I will reward thee
Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold
20 For thy good valour. Come thee on.
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| SCARUS |
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I'll halt after.
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Exeunt
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