Act III, Scene iii:
The same. A street.

[Enter Cinna, the poet.]

CINNA:

I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy:

I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

[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?

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:

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:

Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

FIRST CITIZEN:

As a friend, or an enemy?

CINNA:

As a friend.

SECOND CITIZEN:

That matter is answered directly.

FOURTH CITIZEN:

For your dwelling,—briefly.

CINNA:

Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

THIRD CITIZEN:

Your name, sir, truly.

CINNA:

Truly, my name is Cinna.

FIRST CITIZEN:

Tear him to pieces! he's a conspirator.

CINNA:

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:

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! firebrands. To

Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some

to Casca's, some to Ligarius': away, go!

[Exeunt.]