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Julius Caesar

Act III, Scene 3

A street.
 
[Enter CINNA THE POET]
 
CINNA THE POET
           ,         ,       ,   2        ,           ,
      I dreamt | tonight | that I did | feast with | Caesar,
             ,         ,       ,         ,     ,
      And things | unluck|y charge | my fan|tasy:
          ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
      I have | no will | to wan|der forth | of doors,
            ,          ,          ,
      Yet some|thing leads | me forth.
 
[Enter Citizens]
 
FIRST CITIZEN
                                        ,              ,
5                                     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
Aye, and briefly.
 
FOURTH CITIZEN
Aye, and wisely.
 
THIRD CITIZEN
Aye, 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!
 
[Exeunt]

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