Beware.

Poynter, The Ides of March, 1883

Soothsayer: 

Caesar!

Caesar: 

Ha! who calls?

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.

Soothsayer:

Beware the ides of March.

Caesar:

What man is that?

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.

Soothsayer:

Beware the ides of March.