Julius Caesar


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Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians


CINNA

I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar,
tonight (adv.) last night, this past night

And things unluckily charge my fantasy;
charge (v.) 7 overload, overburden, weigh down
fantasy (n.) 3 imagination, mind, thought
unluckily (adv.) 2 ominously, inauspiciously

I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

The Plebeians surround him


FIRST PLEBEIAN

What is your name?


SECOND PLEBEIAN

Whither are you going?


THIRD PLEBEIAN

Where do you dwell?


FOURTH PLEBEIAN

Are you a married man or a bachelor?


SECOND PLEBEIAN

Answer every man directly.
directly (adv.) 2 straightforwardly, rightly, without evasion


FIRST PLEBEIAN

Ay, and briefly.


FOURTH PLEBEIAN

Ay, and wisely.


THIRD PLEBEIAN

Ay, and truly, you were best.
best, thou wert / you were you are best advised


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.


SECOND PLEBEIAN

That's as much as to say they are

fools that marry. You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear.
bang (n.) knock, blow, thump
bear (v.), past forms bore, borne 6 tolerate, endure, put up with

Proceed, directly.


CINNA

Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.


FIRST PLEBEIAN

As a friend or an enemy?


CINNA

As a friend.


SECOND PLEBEIAN

That matter is answered directly.


FOURTH PLEBEIAN

For your dwelling, briefly.


CINNA

Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.


THIRD PLEBEIAN

Your name, sir, truly.


CINNA

Truly, my name is Cinna.


FIRST PLEBEIAN

Tear him to pieces! He's a conspirator.


CINNA

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


FOURTH PLEBEIAN

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him

for his bad verses!


CINNA

I am not Cinna the conspirator.


FOURTH PLEBEIAN

It is no matter, his name's Cinna;

pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
turn (v.) 6 send, drive, dispatch


THIRD PLEBEIAN

Tear him, tear him!

They attack Cinna

Come, brands ho, firebrands! To Brutus', to Cassius';

burn all! Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's;

some to Ligarius'. Away, go!

Exeunt all the Plebeians with Cinna's body

 
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