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(Exeunt Citizens, with the body.)
Antony:
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!
Enter a Servant.
How now, fellow?
Servant:
Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Antony:
Where is he?
Servant:
He and Lepidus are at Caesar’s house.
Antony:
And thither will I straight to visit him.
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything.
Servant:
I heard him say Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
Antony:
Belike they had some notice of the people,
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
(Exeunt.)
Scene Three: The same. A street.
Enter Cinna, the poet, and after him the citizens.
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.
First Citizen:
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:
Ay, and briefly.
Fourth Citizen:
Ay, and wisely.
Third Citizen:
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.
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:
Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.
First Citizen:
As a friend, or an enemy?
Cinna:
As a friend.
Second Citizen:
That matter is answered directly.
Fourth Citizen:
For your dwelling, briefly.
Cinna:
Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
Third Citizen:
Your name, sir, truly.
Cinna:
Truly, my name is Cinna.
First Citizen:
Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.
Cinna:
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:
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! firebrands. To Brutus’, to Cassius’; burn all. Some to Decius’ house, and some to Casca’s, some to Ligarius’. Away, go!
(Exeunt.)