SoothsayerCaesar!CAESARHa! who calls?CASCABid every noise be still: peace yet again!CAESARWho is it in the press that calls on me?Soothsayer
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.Beware the ides of March.CAESARWhat man is that?BRUTUSA soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.CAESARSet him before me; let me see his face.CASSIUSFellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.CAESARWhat say'st thou to me now? speak once again.SoothsayerBeware the ides of March.CAESAR
He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
From Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare.
