Cinna: I had a dream tonight that I had dinner with Caesar and bad things happened in my dream. I don't want to go outside but something is telling me to go.
Plebeian 4: Yes, and answer wisely.
Plebeian 1: And answer quickly.
Plebeian 2: Answer us now!
Plebeian 3: Yeah, and be honest, if you know what's good for you.
Cinna: What’s my name? Where am I going? Where do I live? Am I married or not? Then I answer quickly, wisely, and honestly, yes, sensibly, I am single.
Plebeian 2: He answered clearly.
Plebeian 1: As his friend or his enemy?
Cinna (2): His friend
Cinna (1) : Right now I'm going to Caesar's funeral.
Plebeian 4: Now tell us where you live, quickly!
Cinna: I live near the capital.
Plebeian 3: What is your name?
Cinna: My name is Cinna, Cinna the poet.
Cinna: I am not Cinna the conspirator!
Plebeian 4: It doesn't matter. His name is Cinna! Tear his name out of his heart, then let him go.
Plebeian 3: Tear him, tear him! Come let us burn them all. Some go to Cassius' house, some to Brutus', some to Casca's and some to Ligarius'. Go.