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And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
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 [35]
Shall outstrike thought, but thought will do’t, I feel.
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 VII IT

(Field of battle between the camps.)

Alarum. Drums and trumpets. Enter Agrippa (and others).

AGRIPPA

Retire, we have engag’d ourselves too far:
Cæsar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.

(Exeunt.)

Alarums. Enter Antony, and Scarus wounded.

SCARUS

O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home [5]
With clouts about their heads.

ANTONY
Thou bleed’st apace.

SCARUS

I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now ’tis made an H.
(Retreat afar off.)