The field of battle.
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 Octavia's wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala. Let them all come down.
Exeunt.