Caesar:Who is it in the press that calls on me?Soothsayer:
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry ’Caesar!’ Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.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.[The Soothsayer comes forward]
Caesar:What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.Soothsayer:Beware the ides of March.Caesar:He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass!
Wednesday, March 15, 2006