Soothsayer: "Beware the ides of March."
Caesar: "He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass." (1.2)
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."
Portia: "Why know'st thou any harms intended toward him?"
Soothsayer: "None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Good morrow to you." (2. 2)
Caesar: "The ides of March are come."
Soothsayer: "Ay, Caesar, but not gone." (3.1.)
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