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...
Act III, Scene III
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.