[Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.]
BRUTUS.
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.
[Loud alarum.]
Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanor in Octavius’ wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down.
[Exeunt.]