Cask. Peace ho, Caesar speakes
Caes. Calphurnia
Calp. Heere my Lord
Caes. Stand you directly in Antonio's way,
When he doth run his course. Antonio
Ant. Cæsar, 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