• Enter CINNA THE POET, and after him the PLEBEIANS

    CINNA THE POET

    I dreamt tonight 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.

    FIRST PLEBEIAN

    5What 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.

    FIRST PLEBEIAN

    10Ay, and briefly.

    FOURTH PLEBEIAN

    Ay, and wisely.

    THIRD PLEBEIAN

    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 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. Proceed, directly.

    CINNA THE POET

    Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.
  • CINNA THE POET enters, followed by PLEBEIANS.

    CINNA THE POET

    I dreamed last night that I feasted with Caesar, and unlucky signs overwhelmed my imagination. I have no desire to go outside, yet something leads me there.

    FIRST PLEBEIAN

    What’s your name?

    SECOND PLEBEIAN

    Where are you going?

    THIRD PLEBEIAN

    Where do you live?

    FOURTH PLEBEIAN

    Are you a married man or a bachelor?

    SECOND PLEBEIAN

    Answer all of us, now.

    FIRST PLEBEIAN

    Yes, and be brief.

    FOURTH PLEBEIAN

    Yes, and be wise.

    THIRD PLEBEIAN

    Yes, and be truthful, if you know what’s good for you.

    CINNA THE POET

    What’s my name? Where am I going? Where do I live? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to answer every man briefly, wisely, and truthfully—wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

    SECOND PLEBEIAN

    You imply that married men are fools. You’ll get a blow from me for that, I think. Go on with what you were saying—right this instant.

    CINNA THE POET

    Right this instant, I’m going to Caesar’s funeral.