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.

What is your name?

Whither are you going?

Where do you dwell?

Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Answer every man directly.

Ay, and briefly.

Ay, and wisely.

Ay, and truly, you were best.

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.

That’s as much as to say they are fools that marry; you’ll bear me a

bang for that, I fear. Proceed, directly.

Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.

As a friend, or an enemy?

As a friend.

That matter is answered directly.

For your dwelling, briefly.

Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Your name, sir, truly.

Truly, my name is Cinna.

Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.

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

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

I am not Cinna the conspirator.

It is no matter, his name’s Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart,

and turn him going.

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!