| ACT IV SCENE VII | Field of battle between the camps. | |
| | Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter AGRIPPAand 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! | 5 |
| | 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. | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| | For thy good valour. Come thee on. | |
| SCARUS | I'll halt after. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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