Act III, Scene 3

A street.

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. 1825

Enter Citizens

• 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? 1830

• 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 1835
  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. 1840

• 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. 1845

• 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. 1850

• 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: 1855
  to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
  house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!

Exeunt