1 Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:2 Caesar himself has work, and our oppression3 Exceeds what we expected.
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4 O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!5 Had we done so at first, we had droven them home6 With clouts about their heads.
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7 Thou bleed'st apace.
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8 I had a wound here that was like a T,9 But now 'tis made an H.
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10 They do retire.
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11 We'll beat 'em into bench-holes: I have yet12 Room for six scotches more.
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13 They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves14 For a fair victory.
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15 Let us score their backs,16 And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:17 'Tis sport to maul a runner.
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18 I will reward thee19 Once for thy spritely comfort, and ten-fold20 For thy good valour. Come thee on.
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21 I'll halt after.
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