[Enter CINNA the poet]

CINNA THE POET:
	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.

	[Enter Citizens]

First Citizen:
	What is your name?

Second Citizen:
	Whither are you going?

Third Citizen:
	Where do you dwell?

Fourth Citizen:
	Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Second Citizen:
	Answer every man directly.

First Citizen:
	Ay, and briefly.

Fourth Citizen:
	Ay, and wisely.

Third Citizen:
	Ay, and truly, you were best.

CINNA THE POET:
	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:
	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:
	Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

First Citizen:
	As a friend or an enemy?

CINNA THE POET:
	As a friend.

Second Citizen:
	That matter is answered directly.

Fourth Citizen:
	For your dwelling,--briefly.

CINNA THE POET:
	Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Third Citizen:
	Your name, sir, truly.

CINNA THE POET:
	Truly, my name is Cinna.

First Citizen:
	Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

CINNA THE POET:
	I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

Fourth Citizen:
	Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

CINNA THE POET:
	I am not Cinna the conspirator.

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

Third Citizen:
	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]