cailee

CALPURNIA. A lioness hath whelped in the streets, And graves have yawned, and yielded up their dead. Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. The noise of battle hurt...

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 suit...

blood ghost lioness

The soothsayer is not sure if Caesar will be harmed or not.