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  • ACT IV SCENE VII

    
     Dramatis Personae 
     Act I   Scene I 
     Act I   Scene II 
     Act I   Scene III 
     Act I   Scene IV 
     Act I   Scene V 
     Act II  Scene I 
     Act II  Scene II 
     Act II  Scene III 
     Act II  Scene IV 
     Act II  Scene V 
     Act II  Scene VI
     Act II  Scene VII  
     Act III Scene I 
     Act III Scene II 
     Act III Scene III 
     Act III Scene IV 
     Act III Scene V 
     Act III Scene VI 
     Act III Scene VII 
     Act III Scene VIII
     Act III Scene IX 
    
    
     Act III Scene X 
     Act III Scene XI 
     Act III Scene XII 
     Act III Scene XIII 
     Act IV  Scene I  
     Act IV  Scene II 
     Act IV  Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene IV 
     Act IV  Scene V
     Act IV  Scene VI
     Act IV  Scene VII
     Act IV  Scene VIII
     Act IV  Scene IX
     Act IV  Scene X
     Act IV  Scene XI
     Act IV  Scene XII
     Act IV  Scene XIII
     Act IV  Scene XIV
     Act IV  Scene XV
     Act V   Scene I 
     Act V   Scene II 
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     Act IV 

    
    ACT IV: 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
    
    
    

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