ACT III. SCENE III.
A street.
Enter Cinna the poet.
| CINNA. | I dreamt tonight 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.
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Enter Citizens.
| FIRST CITIZEN. | What is your name?
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| SECOND CITIZEN. | Whither are you going?
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| THIRD CITIZEN. | Where do you dwell?
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| FOURTH CITIZEN. | Are you a married man or a bachelor?
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| SECOND CITIZEN. | Answer every man directly.
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| FIRST CITIZEN. | Ay, and briefly.
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| FOURTH CITIZEN. | write_ads(1,1)> Ay, and wisely.
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| THIRD CITIZEN. | Ay, and truly, you were best.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| CINNA. | Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
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| FIRST CITIZEN. | As a friend or an enemy?
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| CINNA. | As a friend.
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| SECOND CITIZEN. | That matter is answered directly.
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| FOURTH CITIZEN. | For your dwelling, briefly.
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| CINNA. | Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
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| THIRD CITIZEN. | Your name, sir, truly.
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| CINNA. | Truly, my name is Cinna.
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| FIRST CITIZEN. | Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.
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| CINNA. | I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
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| FOURTH CITIZEN. | Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad
verses.
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| CINNA. | I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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| FOURTH CITIZEN. | It is no matter, his name's Cinna. Pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.
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| 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.
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