Julius Caesar :   Act 3, Scene 3


    
      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.   
    
      First Plebian   
3.3.5      What is your name?   
    
      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.   
    
      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
    
      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.   
    
      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.   
    
      Third Plebian   
      Your name, sir, truly.   
    
      CINNA THE POET   
      Truly, my name is Cinna.   
    
      First Plebian   
      Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.   
    
      CINNA THE POET   
      I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.   
    
      Fourth Plebian   
3.3.30      Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his   
      bad verses.   
    
      CINNA THE POET   
      I am not Cinna the conspirator.   
    
      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
    
      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!   
    
      Exeunt all the Plebians [dragging off Cinna the Poet].