Act III, Scene 3
Rome. A street.
- Enter Cinna the poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cinna, a Poet1 - 4
- I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar,
- And things unluckily charge my fantasy.
- I have no will to wander forth of doors,
- Yet something leads me forth.
- What is your name?
- Whither are you going?
- Where do you dwell?
- Are you a married man or a bachelor?
- Answer every man directly.
- Ay, and briefly.
- Ay, and wisely.
- Ay, and truly, you were best.
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- 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 Plebeian17 - 18
- 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, a Poet19
- Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.
- As a friend or an enemy?
Cinna, a Poet21
- As a friend.
- That matter is answer’d directly.
- For your dwelling—briefly.
Cinna, a Poet24
- Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
- Your name, sir, truly.
Cinna, a Poet26
- Truly, my name is Cinna.
- Tear him to pieces, he’s a conspirator.
Cinna, a Poet28
- I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
- Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Cinna, a Poet30
- I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Fourth Plebeian31 - 32
- It is no matter, his name’s Cinna. Pluck but his name out of
- his heart, and turn him going.
Third Plebeian33 - 35
- 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!
- Exeunt all the Plebeians dragging off Cinna.