1 I am not Cinna the conspirator.
2 I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
3 Enter Cinna, the poet, and after him the citizens.
4 This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
5 Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.
6 Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber and Trebonius.
7 Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, Cinna and Publius.
8 It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
9 Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Publius, Popilius and the Soothsayer.
10 Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
11 Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this In at his window; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, Repair to Pompey's Porch, where you shall find us.