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Julius Caesar :   Act 3, Scene 3

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	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].

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