Cinna. Truly, my name is Cinna
1. Teare him to peeces, hee's a Conspirator
Cinna. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet
4. Teare him for his bad verses, teare him for his bad Verses
Cin. I am not Cinna the Conspirator
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: to Brutus, to Cassius, burne all. Some to Decius House, and some to Caska's; some to Ligarius: Away, go.
Exeunt. all the Plebeians.
Actus Quartus.
Enter Antony, Octauius, and Lepidus.