Act III, Scene iii
(In a street in Rome. Cinna the poet (not Cinna the conspirator) is being followed by a mob.)
Cinna: Last night drempt I ate dinner with Caesar. What has happened is messing with my head. I don't want to leave the house, but something is tempting me to leave
1st Plebian: What is your name?
2nd Plebian: Where are you going?
3rd Plebian: Where do you live?
4th Plebian: Are you married?
2nd Plebian: Give us a straight answer.
1st Plebian: Yeah, and quickly.
4th Plebian: Yeah, and sensible.
3rd Plebian: You had better answer us directly.
Cinna: What's my name? Where am I going? Where do I live? Am I married? To give a straight, quick, sensible, and direct answer: to be sensible, I'm single.
2nd Plebian: That's like saying only idiots get married. I'm going to beat you for saying that. But finish - straight forward.
Cinna: Straight forwardly - I'm going to Caesar's funeral.
1st Plebian: As a friend or an enemy?
Cinna: As a friend.
2nd Plebian: That's a straight answer.
4th Plebian: Your address, quickly.
Cinna: Quickly, I live near the capital.
3rd Plebian: Your name, sir. Truthfully.
Cinna: Truly, my name is Cinna.
1st Plebian: Kill him! He's a conspirator!
Cinna: I am Cinna the Poet! Cinna the Poet!
4th Plebian: Kill him! Kill him because of his bad poetry!
Cinna: [very anxious now] I'm not Cinna the conspirator!
1st Plebian: That doesn't matter. His name is Cinna. Let's just rip his name out of his heart, and we'll set the rest id him free.
3rd Plebian: Kill him! Kill him! [the mob attack Cinna and kill him] Come on find some sticks to make torches! Some go to Brutus' house, and some go to Cassius' house. Burn everything! Some to Decius' house, some to Casca's house, and some to Ligarius' house. Away with you! Go! [They leave in a riot.]
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