Cinna the poet’s death
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- Cinna the poet is heading to the capitol to pay his respects to the deceased Caesar.
- Did you hear? They say Cinna the conspirator is roaming free!
- Are my eyes deceiving me? Is that who I think it is?
- I’ve been having these strange dreams lately of me eating with the dead Caesar! I wonder if they mean anything.
- Where do you stay?
- Where are you going?
- Are you married or single?
- Halt! Who goes there!
- These are too many questions to answer all at once, however I must say that I am a bachelor.
- A group of onlookers question Cinna, presuming him to be a conspirator.
- Are you saying married people are stupid?
- Where are you off to right now?
- I am going to Caesar’s funeral to pay my respects.
- Are you going as a friend or ally?
- Oh okay, maybe we were overreacting
- As a friend of course.
- Oh alright, sorry we mistook you for someone else. What is your name sir, I’ll buy you lunch for the troubles we caused you.
- It’s alright! My name is Cinna.
- uh oh…
- Sieze him!
- There he is! It’s Cinna the conspirator!
- Tear him for his bad verses!
- Pluck his name out of his heart!
- Wait! You have it all wrong! I am Cinna the poet, not the conspirator!
- The conspirators had left with bits and pieces of Cinna, in order to send them to the other conspirators
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- And there laid all of Cinna, or at least what was left of him!
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