Rome. A Street.
 Enter CINNA the poet.

Cinna	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.

                             Enter PLEBIANS.

1st Plebian	What is your name?

2nd Plebian	Whither are you going?

3rd Plebian	Where do you dwell?

4th Plebian	Are you a married man or a bachelor?

2nd Plebian	Answer every man directly.

1st Plebian	Ay, and briefly.

4th Plebian	Ay, and wisely.

3rd Plebian	Ay, and truly, you were best.

Cinna	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.

2nd Plebian	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	Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

1st Plebian	As a friend or an enemy?

Cinna	As a friend.

2nd Plebian	That matter is answered directly.

4th Plebian	For your dwelling, briefly.

Cinna	Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

3rd Plebian	Your name, sir, truly.

Cinna	Truly, my name is Cinna.

1st Plebian	Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

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

4th Plebian	Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cinna	I am not Cinna the conspirator.

4th Plebian	It is no matter, his name's Cinna. Pluck but his name out 
	of his heart, and turn him going.

3rd Plebian	Tear him, tear him!
													[The PLEBIANS attack CINNA.
	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 the PLEBIANS with CINNA.
