Speeches (Lines) for Cinna the Poet in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

ANTONY. Belike they had some notice of the people,
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.

Cinna the Poet. I dreamt to-night 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.

Third Citizen. 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 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 the Poet. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

First Citizen. As a friend or an enemy?

Cinna the Poet. As a friend.

Fourth Citizen. For your dwelling,--briefly.

Cinna the Poet. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Third Citizen. Your name, sir, truly.

Cinna the Poet. Truly, my name is Cinna.

First Citizen. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

Cinna the Poet. 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 the Poet. I am not Cinna the conspirator.