SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.
Wings. Enter Brutus and Messala .
BRUTUS.
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.
[ Loud of wings. ]
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.
[ They exit. ]
