CAESAR.
Calphurnia.
CALPHURNIA.
Here, my lord.
CAESAR.
Stand you directly in Antonius’ way,
When he doth run his course. Antonius.
ANTONY.
Caesar, my lord?
CAESAR.
Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
ANTONY.
I shall remember.
When Caesar says “Do this,” it is perform’d.
CAESAR.
Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
[Music.]
SOOTHSAYER.
Caesar!
CAESAR.
Ha! Who calls?