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._]