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[Enter CINNA the poet]
CINNA THE POET: I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,
And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
First Citizen: What is your name?
Second Citizen: Whither are you going?
Third Citizen: Where do you dwell?
Fourth Citizen: Are you a married man or a bachelor?
Second Citizen: Answer every man directly.
First Citizen: Ay, and briefly.
Fourth Citizen: Ay, and wisely.
Third Citizen: Ay, and truly, you were best.
CINNA THE POET: What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I
dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to
answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and
truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
Second Citizen: That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:
you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
CINNA THE POET: Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
First Citizen: As a friend or an enemy?
CINNA THE POET: As a friend.
Second Citizen: That matter is answered directly.
Fourth Citizen: For your dwelling,--briefly.
CINNA THE POET: Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
Third Citizen: Your name, sir, truly.
CINNA THE POET: Truly, my name is Cinna.
First Citizen: Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
CINNA THE POET: I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Fourth Citizen: Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
CINNA THE POET: I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Fourth Citizen: It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.
Third Citizen: Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!