Cin.
I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar,
And things unlucky ^note charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth. Enter Citizens.

1. C.

What is your name?

2. C.

Whither are you going?

3. C.

Where do you live?

4. C.

Are you a marry'd man, or a batchelor?

2. C.

Answer every man directly.

1. C.

Ay, and briefly.

4. C.

Ay, and wisely.

3. C.

Ay, and truly, you were best.

Cin.

What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a marry'd man, or a batchelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a batchelor.

2. C.

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.

1. C.

As a friend, or an enemy?

Cin.

As a friend.

2. C.

That matter is answer'd directly.

4. C.

For your dwelling,—briefly?

Cin.

Briefly, I dwell by the capitol.

3. C.

Your name, sir, truly?

Cin.

Truly, my name is Cinna.

1. C.

Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.

Cin.

I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

4. C.

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cin.

I am not Cinna the conspirator.

4. C.

It is no ^note matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

3. C.

Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho, firebrands: To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: Some to Decius' house, ^note and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go.