Soybean Man: Jayden!

 

Jayden: Ha! who calls?

 

Ket: Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

 

Jayden: Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry 'Jayden!' Speak; Jayden is turn'd to hear.

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Soybean Man: Beware the ides of Massacre.

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Jayden: What man is that?

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Ket: The Soybean Man bids you beware the ides of Massacre

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Jayden: Set him before me; let me see his face.

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Ket: Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Jayden.

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Jayden: What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.

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Soybean Man: Beware the ides of Massacre. 

 

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