Speeches (Lines) for Soothsayer in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

Total: 9
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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 2
  • Caesar!
  • Caesar!
  • Caesar. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

    Soothsayer. Caesar!

2 I / 2
  • Beware the ides of March.
  • Beware the ides of March.
  • 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.

3 I / 2
  • Beware the ides of March.
  • Beware the ides of March.
  • Caesar. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.

    Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March.

4 II / 4
  • At mine own house, good lady.
  • At mine own house, good lady.
  • Portia. Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?

    Soothsayer. At mine own house, good lady.

5 II / 4
  • About the ninth hour, lady.
  • About the ninth hour, lady.
  • Portia. What is't o'clock?

    Soothsayer. About the ninth hour, lady.

6 II / 4
  • Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
    To see him pass on to the Capitol.
  • Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
    To see him pass on to the Capitol.
  • 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.

7 II / 4
  • That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
    To be so good to Caesar as to he...
  • 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.
  • 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.

8 II / 4
  • None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
    Good morrow to you. H...
  • 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.
  • 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.

9 III / 1
  • Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
  • Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
  • Caesar. [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.

    Soothsayer. Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

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