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enter Cinna the poet and after him the Plebians
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| I dream tonight that I did feast with Caeser, and things unlucky charge my fantsy. I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. | |
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| It doesn't matter his name is Cinna. Pluck but his name out of his as a friend or an enemy? | |
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