CAESAR.Who is it in the press that calls on me?I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,Cry "Caesar"! Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
SOOTHSAYER.Beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR.What man is that?
BRUTUS.A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR.Set him before me; let me see his face.
CASSIUS.Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
CAESAR.What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
SOOTHSAYER.Beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR.He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass.
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