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?	5
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.	10
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.	20
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.	25
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.	29
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.	34
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