Cæsar. Casca. Bid every noise be still. Peace yet again! Casca. 15Cæsar. Who is it in the press that calls on me? 15 Cæsar. 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] Soothsayer. Cæsar. Cæsar. What man is that? Brutus. A soothsayer[59] bids you beware the Ides of March. [60] Brutus. 20Cæsar. Set him before me; let me see his face. 20 Cæsar. Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar. Cassius.
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