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.