Eno. I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony!
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid 32
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought; but thought will do 't, I feel. 36
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch, wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life. Exit.
Scene Seven
[Field of Battle between the Camps]
Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa.
Agr. Retire, we have engag'd ourselves too far.
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected. Exit.
Alarums. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded.
Scar. O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! 4
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
Ant. Thou bleed'st apace.
Scar. I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
Ant. They do retire. 8
Scar. We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet
Room for six scotches more.
34 blows: swells
2 our oppression: the force by which we are overpowered
6 clouts: bandages
9 bench-holes: privy holes
10 scotches: gashes
