CINNA.
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.
I am not Cinna the conspirator.
FOURTH CITIZEN.
It is no matter, his name’s Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
THIRD CITIZEN.
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!
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV
SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antony’s house.
Enter Antony, Octavius and Lepidus, seated at a table.
ANTONY.
These many then shall die; their names are prick’d.