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Beware the ides of March.
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Beware the ides of March.
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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.
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At mine own house, good lady.
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At mine own house, good lady.
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Portia. Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?
Soothsayer. At mine own house, good lady.
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Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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Portia. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
Soothsayer. Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to he...
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That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
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Portia. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
Soothsayer. That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
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None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. H...
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None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
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Portia. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
Soothsayer. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
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