The Same. A Street. |
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Enter CINNA, the Poet. |
| Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar, |
| And things unlucky charge my fantasy: |
| I have no will to wander forth of doors, |
| Yet something leads me forth. |
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Enter Citizens. |
| First Cit. What is your name? |
| Sec. Cit. Whither are you going? |
| Third Cit. Where do you dwell? |
| Fourth Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? |
| Sec. Cit. Answer every man directly. |
| First Cit. Ay, and briefly. |
| Fourth Cit. Ay, and wisely. |
| Third Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. |
| Cin. 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. |
| Sec. Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry; you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. |
| Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. |
| First Cit. As a friend or an enemy? |
| Cin. As a friend. |
| Sec. Cit. That matter is answered directly. |
| Fourth Cit. For your dwelling, briefly. |
| Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. |
| Third Cit. Your name, sir, truly. |
| Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. |
| Sec. Cit. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator. |
| Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. |
| Fourth Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. |
| Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. |
| Sec. Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. |
| Third Cit. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho! firebrands! 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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