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The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

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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!