The Tragedy of Julius Caesar: ACT III
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above. SCENE II. The Forum. SCENE III. A street. ACT IV ACT V About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE III. A street. Enter CINNA the poet 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 5     What is your name? 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 10    Ay, and briefly. 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 15    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. First Citizen 20    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. Third Citizen 25    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. Fourth Citizen       Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. CINNA THE POET 30    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. Third Citizen       Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:       to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius' 35    house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go! Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene