Ant. Cęsar, my Lord
Caes. Forget not in your speed Antonio,
To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say,
The Barren touched in this holy chace,
Shake off their sterrile curse
Ant. I shall remember,
When Caesar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd
Caes. Set on, and leaue no Ceremony out
Sooth. Caesar
Caes. Ha? Who calles?
Cask. Bid euery noyse be still: peace yet againe
Caes. Who is it in the presse, that calles on me?
I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke
Cry, Caesar: Speake, Caesar is turn'd to heare
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March
Caes. What man is that?
Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March
Caes. Set him before me, let me see his face
Cassi. Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Caesar