Cæs. Ha! who calls?
Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again![2848][2849]
Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me? 15
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry 'Cæsar.' Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cæs. What man is that?
Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.[2850]
Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face. 20
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar.[2851]
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.