Scene III.The Same. A Street.
Enter CINNA, the Poet.
Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with
And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
First Cit. What is your name?
Sec. Cit. Whither are you going?
Third Cit. Where do you dwell?
Fourth Cit. Are you a married man, or a
Sec. Cit. Answer every man directly.
First Cit. Ay, and briefly.
Fourth Cit. Ay, and wisely.
Third Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.
Cin. 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.
Sec. Cit. That's as much as to say, they are
fools that marry; you'll bear me a bang for
that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.
First Cit. As a friend or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend.
Sec. Cit. That matter is answered directly.
Fourth Cit. For your dwelling, briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
Third Cit. Your name, sir, truly.
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.
Sec. Cit. Tear him to pieces; he's a con-
Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the
Fourth Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear
him for his bad verses.
Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Sec. Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna;
pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn
Third Cit. 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!