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

Famous last words.