Cæs.
Calphurnia.

Casc.
Peace ho, Cæsar speaks.

Cæs.
Calphurnia.

Calp.
Here, my lord.

Cæs.
Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
When he doth run his course—Antonius.

Ant.
Cæsar, my lord.

Cæs.
Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say,
The barren touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their steril course.

Ant.
I shall remember.
When Cæsar says, do this; it is perform'd.

Cæs.
Set on, and leave no ceremony out.

Sooth.
Cæsar.

Cæs.
Ha! who calls?

Casc.
Bid every noise be still; peace yet again.

Cæs.
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the musick,
Cry, Cæsar. Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.

Sooth.
Beware the ides of March.

Cæs.
What man is that?

Bru.
A sooth-sayer bids you beware the ides of March.

Cæs.
Set him before me, let me see his face.

Cas.
Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæsar.

Cæs.
What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.

Sooth.
Beware the ides of March.

Cæs.
He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pass. [Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Cassius.

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