CAESAR. Calphurnia. 

CASCA. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks. 

 [Music ceases.]

CAESAR. Calphurnia. 

CALPHURNIA. Here, my lord. 

CAESAR. Stand you directly in Antonius’ way, When he doth run his course. Antonius. 

ANTONY. Caesar, my lord? 

CAESAR. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse. 

ANTONY. I shall remember. When Caesar says “Do this,” it is perform’d. 

CAESAR. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. 

 [Music.]

SOOTHSAYER. Caesar! 

CAESAR. Ha! Who calls? 

CASCA. Bid every noise be still; peace yet again! 

 [Music ceases.]

CAESAR. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the music, Cry “Caesar”! Speak. Caesar is turn’d to hear. 

SOOTHSAYER. Beware the Ides of March. 

CAESAR. What man is that? 

BRUTUS. A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March. 

CAESAR. Set him before me; let me see his face. 

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