Disclaimer: I play Cinna the poet(my name isn't really Emma)... This should also explain why I haven't updated my stories other than the DKC Caesar ones...

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Act III, Scene III

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Emma enters, followed by PLEBEIANS.

Emma: I dreamt tonight that I did feast with DK,

And things unlucky charge my fantasy.

I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

First Kong: What is your name?

Second Kong: Whither are you going?

Third Kong: Where do you dwell?

First Kremling: Are you a married woman or a bachelor?

Second Kong: Answer every man directly.

First Kong: Ay, and briefly.

First Kremling: Ay, and wisely.

Third Kong: Ay, and truly, you were best.

Emma: What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married woman or a bachelor? Then, to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly—wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

Second Kong: That's as much as to say they are fools that marry. You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed, directly.

Emma: Directly, I am going to DK's funeral.

First Kong: As a friend or an enemy?

Emma: As a friend.

Second Kong: That matter is answered directly.

First Kremling: For your dwelling—briefly.

Emma: Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Third Kong: Your name, madam, truly.

Emma: Truly, my name is Emma.

First Kong: Tear her to pieces. She's a conspirator.

Emma: I am Emma the poet. I am Emma the poet.

First Kremling: Tear her for her bad verses! Tear her for her bad verses!

Emma: I am not Toma the conspirator.

First Kremling: It is no matter. Her name's Toma. Pluck but her name out of her heart and turn her going.

Third Kong: Tear her, tear her!

The plebeians attack Emma the poet.

All: Come, brands, ho, firebrands. To Diddy's, to Wrinkly's, burn all. Some to Chunky's, house and some to Lanky's. Some to Klubba's. Away, go!

The plebeians exit dragging Emma.