| CINNA THE POET
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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. |
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[Enter Citizens] |
| First Citizen
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What is your name? |
| Second Citizen
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Whither are you going?
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| Third Citizen
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Where do you dwell? |
| Fourth Citizen
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Are you a married man or a bachelor?
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| Second Citizen
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Answer every man directly.
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| First Citizen
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Ay, and briefly. |
| Fourth Citizen
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Ay, and wisely. |
| Third Citizen
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Ay, and truly, you were best.
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| CINNA THE POET
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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
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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 THE POET
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Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
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| First Citizen
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As a friend or an enemy?
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| CINNA THE POET
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As a friend. |
| Second Citizen
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That matter is answered directly.
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| Fourth Citizen
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For your dwelling,--briefly.
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| CINNA THE POET
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Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
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| Third Citizen
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Your name, sir, truly.
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| CINNA THE POET
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Truly, my name is Cinna.
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| First Citizen
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Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
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| CINNA THE POET
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I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
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| Fourth Citizen
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Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
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| CINNA THE POET
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I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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| Fourth Citizen
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It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going. |
| Third Citizen
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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! |
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[Exeunt] |