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Julius Cæsar, I. ii



Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! [Music ceases.]

Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me?

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.

Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar.

Cæs. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.

Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

Cas. Will you go see the order of the course?

Bru. Not I.

Cas. I pray you, do.

Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part

Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you.

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:

I have not from your eyes that gentleness

And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.

Bru. Cassius,  18 ides of March: March fifteenth

24 S. d. Sennet: trumpet signal for procession to move

25 order of the course: progress of the running

28 gamesome: fond of sport 29 quick: lively 32 do observe: have had occasion to notice 33 that: the same 35, 36 handle your friend too stiffly and distantly 