Enter CINNA the poet, and after him the Plebians. | after him (The Plebians aren't chasing him; they just |
| | happen upon him.) |
| CINNA THE POET | |
| I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, | to-night last night |
| And things unlucky charge my fantasy. | things . . . fantasy forebodings fill my imagination |
| I have no will to wander forth of doors, | forth of doors outdoors |
| Yet something leads me forth. | |
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| First Plebian | |
3.3.5 | What is your name? | |
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| Second Plebian | |
| Whither are you going? | |
| | |
| Third Plebian | |
| Where do you dwell? | |
| | |
| Fourth Plebian | |
| Are you a married man or a bachelor? | |
| | |
| Second Plebian | |
| Answer every man directly. | directly straightforwardly; also, at once |
| | |
| First Plebian | |
3.3.10 | Ay, and briefly. | |
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| Fourth Plebian | |
| Ay, and wisely. | |
| | |
| Third Plebian | |
| Ay, and truly, you were best. | you were best you'd better (or else) |
| | |
| CINNA THE POET | |
| What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do | |
| I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, | |
3.3.15 | to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely | |
| and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor. | wisely . . . bachelor (Apparently Cinna is making a |
| | small joke, the point of which is that it is wise to |
| Second Plebian | be a bachelor.) |
| That's as much as to say, they are fools that | |
| marry. You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. | bear me a bang get a beating from me |
| Proceed directly. | directly without equivocation |
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| CINNA THE POET | |
3.3.20 | Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. | Directly right now, and right away (Cinna is joking |
| | again, by using the word "directly" in different |
| First Plebian | senses than the Plebian did.) |
| As a friend or an enemy? | |
| | |
| CINNA THE POET | |
| As a friend. | |
| | |
| Second Plebian | |
| That matter is answered directly. | |
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| Fourth Plebian | |
| For your dwelling—briefly. | For your dwelling i.e., answer the question about |
| | where you dwell |
| CINNA THE POET | |
3.3.25 | Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. | |
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| Third Plebian | |
| Your name, sir, truly. | |
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| CINNA THE POET | |
| Truly, my name is Cinna. | |
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| First Plebian | |
| Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator. | |
| | |
| CINNA THE POET | |
| I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. | |
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| Fourth Plebian | |
3.3.30 | Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his | |
| bad verses. | |
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| CINNA THE POET | |
| I am not Cinna the conspirator. | |
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| Fourth Plebian | |
| It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his | pluck . . . heart just rip his name out of his heart |
| name out of his heart, and turn him going. | turn him going send him packing |
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| Third Plebian | |
3.3.35 | 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! | |
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| Exeunt all the Plebians [dragging off Cinna the Poet]. | |
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