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
Caes. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March
Caes. He is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe.
Sennet
Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Cass.
Cassi. Will you go see the order of the course?
Brut. Not I
Cassi. I pray you do