The Ides of March

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 turned 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.

[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!