THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
by William Shakespeare
SCENE VII. Field of battle between the Camps.
Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others.
Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far.
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
Alarums. Enter Antony and Scarus wounded.
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Thou bleed’st apace.
I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now ’tis made an H.
Sounds retreat far off.
They do retire.
We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet
Room for six scotches more.
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.
Let us score their backs
And snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind.
’Tis sport to maul a runner.
I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
I’ll halt after.
THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA by William Shakespeare
Author: William Shakespeare
Native Language: English