Enter a Messenger. MESSENGER. Antony Is come into the field. CAESAR. Go charge Agrippa Plant those that have revolted in the van That Antony may seem to spend his fury Upon himself. [_Exeunt Caesar and his Train._] ENOBARBUS. Alexas did revolt and went to Jewry on Affairs of Antony; there did dissuade Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar And leave his master Antony. For this pains Caesar hath hanged him. Canidius and the rest That fell away have entertainment but No honourable trust. I have done ill, Of which I do accuse myself so sorely That I will joy no more. Enter a Soldier of Caesar’s. SOLDIER. Enobarbus, Antony Hath after thee sent all thy treasure, with His bounty overplus. The messenger Came on my guard, and at thy tent is now Unloading of his mules. ENOBARBUS. I give it you. SOLDIER. Mock not, Enobarbus. I tell you true. Best you safed the bringer Out of the host. I must attend mine office, Or would have done’t myself. Your emperor Continues still a Jove. [_Exit._] ENOBARBUS. 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 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. 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. Field of battle between the Camps. Alarum. Drums and Trumpets. Enter Agrippa and others. AGRIPPA. Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far. Caesar 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 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. _Sounds retreat far off._ ANTONY. They do retire. SCARUS. We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet Room for six scotches more. Enter Eros. EROS. They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves For a fair victory. SCARUS. Let us score their backs And snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind. ’Tis sport to maul a runner. ANTONY. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold For thy good valour. Come thee on. SCARUS. I’ll halt after. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VIII. Under the Walls of Alexandria. Alarum. Enter Antony again in a march; Scarus with others.