Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 3

I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy. I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth.

Last night I dreamed that I was feasting with Caesar, and unlucky things weigh on my imagination. I have no wish to wander outdoors, and yet something draws me out.

What is your name?

What is your name?

Whither are you going?

Where are you going?

Where do you dwell?

Where do you live?

Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Answer every man directly.

Answer every man straight out.

Ay, and briefly.

Yes, and briefly.

Ay, and wisely.

Yes, and wisely.

Ay, and truly, you were best.

Yes, and truthfully — you had better.

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.

What is my name? Where am I going? Where do I live? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to answer every man straight out and briefly, wisely and truthfully: wisely I say I am a bachelor.

That’s as much as to say they are fools that marry; you’ll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed, directly.

That's the same as saying that men who marry are fools. You'll earn a blow from me for that, I'm afraid. Go on — straight out.

Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.

Straight out, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

As a friend, or an enemy?

As a friend, or as an enemy?

As a friend.

As a friend.

That matter is answered directly.

That point is answered straight out.

For your dwelling, briefly.

Now where you live — briefly.

Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Briefly, I live near the Capitol.

Your name, sir, truly.

Your name, sir — truthfully.

Truly, my name is Cinna.

Truthfully, my name is Cinna.

Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.

Tear him to pieces! He's one of the conspirators.

I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Tear him apart for his bad verses, tear him apart for his bad verses.

I am not Cinna the conspirator.

I am not Cinna the conspirator.

It is no matter, his name’s Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

It makes no difference, his name is Cinna. Just pull his name out of his heart, and then send him on his way.

Tear him, tear him! Come; brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus’, to Cassius’; burn all. Some to Decius’ house, and some to Casca’s, some to Ligarius’. Away, go!

Tear him apart, tear him apart! Come on — torches, hey! Firebrands. To Brutus's house, to Cassius's; burn everything. Some of you to Decius's house, and some to Casca's, some to Ligarius's. Off you go, go!