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