Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far.
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far. Caesar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.
Retire! We have engaged ourselves too far. Caesar himself has work, and our oppression Exceeds what we expected.
retire! we have engaged ourselves too far. caesar himself has work, and our oppression exceeds what we expected.
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! Had we done so at first, we had droven them home With clouts about their heads.
o my brave emperor, this is fought indeed! had we done so at first, we had droven them home with clouts about their heads.
Thou bleed’st apace.
Thou bleed’st apace.
Thou bleed’st apace.
thou bleed’st apace.
I had a wound here that was like a T,
But now ’tis made an H.
_Sounds retreat far off._
I had a wound here that was like a T, But now ’tis made an H. _Sounds retreat far off._
I had a wound here that was like a T, But now ’tis made an H. _Sounds retreat far off._
i had a wound here that was like a t, but now ’tis made an h. _sounds retreat far off._
They do retire.
They do retire.
They do retire.
they do retire.
We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet
Room for six scotches more.
We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet Room for six scotches more.
We’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. I have yet Room for six scotches more.
we’ll beat ’em into bench-holes. i have yet room for six scotches more.
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves
For a fair victory.
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves For a fair victory.
They are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves For a fair victory.
they are beaten, sir, and our advantage serves for a fair victory.
Let us score their backs
And snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind.
’Tis sport to maul a runner.
Let us score their backs And snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind. ’Tis sport to maul a runner.
Let us score their backs And snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind. ’Tis sport to maul a runner.
let us score their backs and snatch ’em up as we take hares, behind. ’tis sport to maul a runner.
I will reward thee
Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold For thy good valour. Come thee on.
I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold For thy good valour. Come thee on.
i will reward thee once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold for thy good valour. come thee on.
I’ll halt after.
I’ll halt after.
I’ll halt after.
i’ll halt after.
The Reckoning
A brief flash of what Antony on land can do. Caesar's side falls back — 'we have engaged ourselves too far.' Scarus, bloodied and giddy, makes a joke about his wound widening from a T to an H shape. The scene breathes the joy of a battle going right. It won't last — but this moment matters: the audience needs to see Antony as a soldier, not just a defeated lover.
If this happened today…
The quarterly results come back and the underdog company — written off by everyone — beats its target for the first time in months. The lead engineer, who's been working with a bad cold all week, shows his laptop and jokes about how the bug tracker went from looking like a T to an H. Everyone laughs. Their boss says: 'You did this. Ten times the reward.' They chase the advantage. For now.