The Tragedy of Julius Caesar
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Act III, Scene 3
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!