Julius Caesar
- Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
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.
Brutus. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
- Caesar. Set him before me; let me see his face.
- Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
- Caesar. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
- Caesar. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
- ~William Shakespeare
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