SCENE IIIA street.
Enter CINNA the poet.
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. Enter Citizens.
What is your name?
Whither are you going?
Where do you dwell?
Are you a married man or a bachelor? (10)
Answer every man directly.
Ay, and briefly.
Ay, and wisely.
Ay, and truly, you were best.
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.
That's as much as to say, they are
fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for
that, I fear. Proceed; directly. (22)
Directly, I am going to Cæsar's fu neral.
As a friend or an enemy?
As a friend.
That matter is answered directly.
For your dwelling,—briefly.
Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
Your name, sir, truly.
Truly, my name is Cinna. (31)
Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Tear him for his bad verses,
tear him for his bad verses.
I am not Cinna the conspirator.
It is no matter, his name's
Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart,
and turn him going.
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! Exeunt.