Original Text
*The battlefield. 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 demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala! Let them all come down. *Exeunt.*
