Julius Caesar (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
1815And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie:
¶I haue no will to wander foorth of doores,
¶Yet something leads me foorth.
¶1. What is your name?
¶2. Whether are you going?
18203. Where do you dwell?
¶4. Are you a married man, or a Batchellor?
¶1. I, and breefely.
¶Cin. What is my name? Whether am I going? Where
¶do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a Batchellour? Then
¶rie: you'l beare me a bang for that I feare: proceede di-
¶rectly.
¶1. As a Friend, or an Enemy?
1835Cinna. As a friend.
¶4. For your dwelling: breefely.
¶Cinna. Breefely, I dwell by the Capitoll.
1840Cinna. Truly, my name is Cinna.
¶Cinna. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet.
¶Verses.
¶4. It is no matter, his name's Cinna, plucke but his
¶name out of his heart, and turne him going.
¶3. Teare him, tear him; Come Brands hoe, Firebrands:
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Exeunt all the Plebeians.
