Casca. Bid every noise be still. Peace yet again!
15Cæsar. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry 'Cæsar!' Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer. Beware the Ides of March.[58]
Cæsar.
What man is that?
Brutus. A soothsayer[59] bids you beware the Ides of March. [60]
20Cæsar. Set him before me; let me see his face.
Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar.