Part Three – The First Bit
(The Capitol building. A fanfare announces the entry of Sleazer, Brutal, Carvus, Caster, Devious, Metal Cinder, Three Bones, Cyn'na, Antavay, Emiel Lorzus, Emidor, Pervious, Lena Popi, the Wyrd, and many others.)
Sleazer: Well, fortune-teller, the 15th of March is here.
Wyrd: Yes, Sleazer. But it's not over.
Emidor: Sleazer! Read this scroll!
Devious: Three Bones would like you to look over this petition, when you can.
Emidor: Oh, Sleazer! Read mine first! Mine is an appeal that affects Sleazer directly! Read it, great Sleazer!
Sleazer: What concerns Sleazer himself shall wait until last.
Emidor: Don't delay, Sleazer! Read it at once!
Sleazer: What, is this man mad?
Pervious: Sir, stand aside!
Carvus: Why are you pushing your petition here in the street? Come to the Capitol.
(Sleazer and many of the others go into the Council Hall)
Lena: I hope your venture today will succeed.
Carvus: What venture, Popi?
Lena: Good day to you.
(Lena Popi joins Sleazer in the Council Hall)
Brutal: What did Lena Popi say?
Carvus: He wished our venture today success. I'm afraid we've been discovered.
Brutal: Watch him. See what he says to Sleazer.
Carvus: Caster, go quickly! We might be stopped. Brutal, what shall we do? If we're exposed, either Carvus or Sleazer will die, because I'll kill myself.
Brutal: Carvus, calm down. Lena Popi isn't talking about our plot. Look, he's smiling, and Sleazer's acting like normal.
Carvus: Three Bones knows when. See, Brutal? He's getting Merc Antavay's attention.
(Three Bones and Merc Antavay leave.)
Devious: Where's Metal Cinder? He should offer his petition to Sleazer right away.
Brutal: He's ready. Get close and back him up.
Cyn'na: Caster, you strike first.
Sleazer: Are we all ready? What is amiss that Sleazer and his Councilmen must put right?
Metal Cinder: Most mighty and powerful Sleazer, I, Metal Cinder, humbly kneel before you.
Sleazer: I must stop you, Cinder. These bowings and scrapings may influence ordinary men, and turn law and order into the playthings of children. Do not think that Sleazer has such inferior blood that I may be played like a fool. And I mean with nice words, false bows, and dog-like begging. Your brother, Cinder, is banished according to our codes. If you bow and scrape and beg on his behalf, I'll spurn you like a dog that gets in my way. Remember this: Sleazer does no wrong, and will not be swayed by anything less than reason.
Metal Cinder: Is there no one here more worthy than I, who will appeal to the great Sleazer for the repeal of banishment on my brother?
Brutal: I bow to you, not in flattery, Sleazer, and ask that you immediately repeal the banishment of Leaden Cinder.
Sleazer: Seriously, Brutal?
Carvus: Your pardon, Sleazer. Sleazer, grant your pardon. I too fall to my knees to beg for Leaden Cinder's return.
Sleazer: I could be moved by this display, if I were like you. If I could ask for favors, then favors could ask things of me. But I am as constant as the Spire, fixed and permanent like no other. The hive is covered in towers and spires, each tall and glorious. But one rises above all the others. It is the same here. There are plenty of men. All are flesh and blood and know fear. In all these men there is only one that I know of that stands firm and unassailable, and I am that one. And I shall prove it here. I believe that Leaden Cinder should be banished, and I will not change my mind.
Cyn'na: O Sleazer...
Sleazer: Away with you! Will you lift all of Primus?
Devious: Great Sleazer...
Sleazer: Why are you kneeling, Brutal?
Caster: My hands will speak for me!
(The conspirators move in and stab Sleazer)
Sleazer: And you, Brutal? Then fall Sleazer!
(Sleazer dies)
Cyn'na: Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run from here and proclaim it in the streets!
Carvus: Some should go to the public addresses and broadcast "Liberty, Freedom, and Democracy!"
Brutal: People and Counclmen, do not be afraid! Don't run away. Stay still. Ambition has paid it's debts.
Caster: Go to the lectern, Brutal.
Devious: And Carvus too!
Brutal: Where's Pervious?
Cyn'na: He's here, shocked by our actions.
Metal Cinder: Stand together, in case some friend of Sleazer's happens to -
Brutal: Don't say that! Pervious, relax. We intend no harm to you, or any other man in Wander Gate. Let the people know this, Pervious.
Carvus: You should leave here, Pervious, in case the people rush in at us. We don't want an old man like you getting hurt.
Brutal: Please go. Let no man suffer for this deed, but those of us who have done it.
(Three Bones returns)
Carvus: Where is Antavay?
Three Bones: He fled to his house. Men, women and children stare, cry out, and run like it's the end of the world.
Brutal: We are in the Emperor's hands now. We all know we're going to die. But it's the time, and how to get more of it, that men wonder about.
Caster: Well, he that cuts twenty years off his life has twenty less years to worry about death.
Brutal: If we believe that, then death is a benefit. And so we are Sleazer's friends, for we have shortened the time he had to live in fear of death. Kneel, Wanderers, kneel! Let us bathe our hands in Sleazer's blood, right up to the elbows, and also our daggers. Then we'll walk around, right to the outskirts, holding our blood-red weapons over our heads, and crying "Peace, freedom, and liberty!"
Carvus: Kneel then, and wash. How many years from now will this scene be recreated, in places not yet founded and in languages not yet discovered!
Brutal: How many times will a Sleazer bleed, like the one who lies here at the base of Portley's statue, no more worthy than the dust?
Carvus: As often as that is, so too shall the lot of us be called the men that gave their people liberty.
Devious: Shall we go out now?
Carvus: Yes, we will all go. Brutal will lead the way, and we will follow close behind, for we have the greatest hearts in all of Wander Gate.
(Enter a messenger)
Brutal: One second, who is this? A friend of Antavay's?
Messenger: My master asked me to kneel before you, Brutal. He asked me to bow low, like this, and asked me to say: "Brutal is noble, wise, valiant, and honorable. Sleazer was mighty, bold, regal and loving. Say I love and honor Brutal. Say I feared Sleazer, honored him, and loved him. If Brutal will swear that Antavay may safely come to him, and learn why Sleazer deserved to die, then Merc Antavay will not love Sleazer more in death than he does Brutal alive. He will follow the fortunes and affairs of the noble Brutal through the difficulties of this new government with all true faith. This is what my master, Antavay, says.
Brutal: Your master is a wise and valiant Wanderer. I've never said otherwise. Tell him that if he chooses to come here, he will get a satisfactory answer, and, on my honor, will leave untouched.
Messenger: I'll get him right away.
(The Messenger leaves)
Brutal: I know he will be a valuable friend to us.
Carvus: I hope he will, but I still don't trust him. And my misgivings are usually right on.
(Antavay enters)
Brutal: Here comes Antavay. Welcome, Merc Antavay.
Antavay: Oh mighty Sleazer! How did you fall so far? Are all your triumphs, glories and treasures shrunk to this small size? Farewell. I don't know, gentlemen, what you are planning. Who else must die? Who else is rotten? If I'm one, then there's no more fitting time than the same hour that Sleazer died. Nor is any weapon as worthy as your daggers, enhanced with his noble blood. If I were to live a thousand years, I would never find myself as ready to die, no place as grand, no way to perish, as here with Sleazer, struck down by the finest men of our age.
Brutal: Do not ask us to kill you, Antavay. We may seem bloody and cruel at the moment, as shown by the color of our hands and the deed we've done. But you only see our hands and what they've done. You cannot see our hearts! They are full of pity; pity for what has become of Wander Gate. As fire will extinguish fire, so pity will drive out pity, and so we had to kill Sleazer. As for you, Antavay, our blades have no points. Our arms may seem cruelly strong, but our hearts are warm like a brother's, and we welcome you with brotherly love, good thoughts, and due respect.
Carvus: You will have an equal voice in the choosing of all future honors.
Brutal: Just be patient while we calm the people, who are now beside themselves with fear. Then we'll explain to you why I, who loved Sleazer when I stabbed him, did what I did.
Antavay: I do not doubt your honor. Let me shake everyone's bloody hand. First, Mort Brutal, I will shake yours. Next , Casu Carvus, I take your hand. Now, Devious Brutal, yours. Now yours, Metal Cinder. And you, Cyn'na. And my valiant Caster, yours. And last, but not least, yours Three Bones. Noble men all. But what can I say? I'm on slippery ground. You'll think I'm one of two things: a coward, or a flatterer. That I looked up to Sleazer, that's very true. Mighty Sleazer, if you look down on us now, would it not grieve you more than your own death to see me making peace and shaking the bloody hands of your enemies in the presence of your still-warm corpse? If I had as many eyes as you have wounds, and they all wept as much as you are bleeding, it would appear better than my negotiating a peace with your enemies. Forgive me, Julian. Here, you were cornered like a hunted animal, and here you fell. And there your hunters stand, splattered with your life's blood and coated in your slaughter. What a world! You were Sleazer's home, and Sleazer was the life of this world! And here he lies, struck down by many princes!
Carvus: Merc Antavay...
Antavay: Forgive me, Casu Carvus. This is what the enemies of Sleazer will say...from a friend, it is only reason.
Carvus: I don't blame you for praising Sleazer. But what kind of relationship do you want with us? Will you be one of our friends, or should be go on and not depend on you?
Antavay: That's why I shook your hands. But I was distracted by looking at Sleazer. I will be friends with you all, and support you all. Just tell me why and in what way Sleazer was dangerous.
Brutal: This would be a savage spectacle if we couldn't. But our reasons are so sound, that even if you were Sleazer's own son, you would have to agree with us.
Antavay: That's all I want. And that you will allow me to bring his body to the marketplace and speak at his funeral, as a a friend should.
Brutal: You can, Antavay.
Carvus: Brutal, a word with you. You don't know what you're doing. Don't let Antavay speak at the funeral. Don't you realize how much his words may influence the people?
Brutal: Pardon me, but I will go first and explain the reasons for Sleazer's death. I will announce that Antavay speaks with our permission, and that we agree that Sleazer should have all the proper rites and required ceremonies. It will only help our cause.
Carvus: I don't know about this. I don't like it.
Brutal: Merc Antavay! Here, you take Sleazer's body. You must not blame us in your eulogy, but say only good things about Sleazer, and make it known you do it with our consent. Otherwise, you will not take any part in the funeral. And you must use the same pulpit that I use, and you will speak after me.
Antavay: Agreed. I ask for nothing else.
Brutal: Prepare the body, then, and follow us.
(Everyone leaves except for Antavay.)
Antavay: Please forgive me, you bleeding shell, that I'm so meek and gentle with those butchers. You are the remains of the noblest man that ever lived in all of history. Cursed be the hands that shed this noble blood! Over your wounds (which open like mute mouths, begging me to voice their wishes) I will make this prophecy: A curse shall plague the limbs of men! Domestic strife and civil war shall consume all of the Underhive! Blood and destruction will be so common, that mothers will smile when their infants are quartered by the hands of war. Pity will be choked by frequency of evil deeds. And Sleazer's spirit, searching for revenge, with the hounds of the Emperor at his side, shall cry havoc and unleash the dogs of war, ensuring that this foul deed shall stink up the Underhive, like corpses begging for the grave.
(A messenger from Otto Sleazer enters)
You server Otto Sleazer, don't you.
Messenger: I do, Merc Antavay.
Antavay: Sleazer did ask for him to come to Wander Gate.
Messenger: He received the letter, and is on his way. He told me to say to you personally...Oh Sleazer!
Antavay: You are filled with grief. Take a minute, and weep. I see that sorrow is catching. Your tears are beginning to make my eyes water. Is your lord coming?
Messenger: He's currently a half-days journey up from Wander Gate.
Antavay: Return as fast as you can and tell him what has happened. Wander Gate is in mourning, and it is dangerous here. This is no safe place for Otto,yet. Go and warn him. Just wait a moment. You must not go until I have taken this corpse to the marketplace. There I will test how people are reacting to this murderous deed through my funeral speech. This will help you to report the situation to Otto. Lend me a hand.
(Antavay and the Messenger carry Sleazer's body off.)
Part Two – The Second Bit
The marketplace in Wander Gate. Brutal and Carvus enter, surrounded by a group of Wander Gate's citizens.
Citizens: Answers! Give us answers! We want explanations!
Brutal: Then follow me, and listen to what I have to say, friends. Carvus, we'll split the crowd. You take half into the next street. Those who wish to hear me, stay here; those who want to hear Carvus, follow him. We will explain the reasons for Sleazer's death openly.
1st Citizen: I'll hear what Brutal has to say.
2nd Citizen: I'll listen to Carvus. We'll meet again and compare what they say.
(Carvus leaves, followed by half the crowd.)
3rd Citizen: Brutal has walked up the steps. Quiet, everyone!
Brutal: Be patient until I'm done. Friends, Wanderers, fellow citizens, remain quiet so you can hear my explanations! Believe I am honorable, and trust that honor so that you can believe me! Judge me in your wisdom, and pay close attention so that you can better judge. If there are any close friends of Sleazer's here, to them I say that my affection for Sleazer was no less than yours. If you should then ask why I rose up against Sleazer, know this: I simply love Wander Gate more than I love Sleazer. Would you rather have Sleazer alive, so that you can die as slaves, or have Sleazer dead so that you can live as free men? Sleazer was my friend, and I weep for him. He had good fortune, and I rejoice for him. He was valiant, and I honor him. But he was ambitious, and so I killed him. There are tears for his friendship, joy for his good fortune, honor for valor, and death for his ambition. Is there anyone here so degenerate, that they would rather be a slave? If so, let him speak up. Who among you is so uncivilized that you would choose not to be a Wanderer? If there's anyone, speak up, for I have offended you. Who here is so vile that he does not love his home? If there's anyone, speak up, for I have surely offended him. I will wait for a reply.
All: No one, Brutal, no one!
Brutal: So I have offended no one. I have done no more to Sleazer than you would do to me. The case for his death is well known to all. I will not belittle his achievements, or stress the offenses for which he died.
(Merc Antavay enters with some others, carrying Sleazer's body)
Here comes his body, mourned by Merc Antavay, who, though he had no part in his death, will benefit from the death with a position in our society. And so shall you all. And I'll leave you with this message: Just as I slew my best friend for the sake of Wander Gate, I have saved a dagger for myself when my home decides it needs my death as well.
All: Long live Brutal! Live! Live!
1st Citizen: Let's bring him to his house in triumph!
2nd Citizen: We'll make a statue for him!
3rd Citizen: Let Brutal be Sleazer!
4th Citizen: Sleazer's better parts will be found in Brutal!
1st Citizen: We'll bring him home with shouts and cheers!
Brutal: My friends...
2nd Citizen: Quiet! Quiet! Brutal is speaking!
1st Citizen: Everyone be quiet!
Brutal: My friends, let me go home alone. Please, stay here with Antavay. Respect Sleazer's corpse, and listen to Merc Antavay's eulogy, which he is allowed to make, with our permission. Please, let no one else leave, until Antavay has spoken.
(Brutal leaves)
1st Citizen: Everyone stay. We'll listen to Merc Antavay.
3rd Citizen: Let him mount the steps. We'll listen. Go on up, Antavay.
Antavay: For Brutal's sake, I owe you.
4th Citizen: What did he say about Brutal?
3rd Citizen: He said for Brutal's sake, he finds himself obliged to us.
4th Citizen: He'd better not say anything against Brutal here.
1st Citizen: That Sleazer was a tyrant.
3rd Citizen: For sure. Wander Gate is better without him.
2nd Citizen: Quiet! Let's hear what Antavay has to say.
Antavay: Good Wanderers!
All: Quiet down! Let's hear him out!
Antavay: Friends, Wanderers, neighbors, give me your attention! I have come to bury Sleazer, not praise him. The evils that men do lives on after them. The good is often buried with them. So let it be with Sleazer. The noble Brutal told you that Sleazer was ambitious. If he was, then it was a grievous flaw, and Sleazer has grievously suffered for it. I come here, by permission of Brutal and the others (Since Brutal is an honorable man, they all are. All honorable men.) to speak at Sleazer's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me. But Brutal says he was ambitious, and Brutal is an honorable man. He brought many prisoners back to Wander Gate, whose Guild ransoms filled our treasury. Did this make Sleazer ambitious? When the poor would cry, Sleazer wept in sympathy. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutal says he was ambitious, and Brutal is an honorable man. You all saw during the Celebration of Terra that I presented him with a kingly crown. Three times I presented it, and three times he turned it down. Was that ambition? Yet Brutal says he was ambitious, and, for sure, Brutal is an honorable man. I'm not here to dispute what Brutal said, I'm simply here to say what I know. You all loved him once, and not without reason. What reason, then, stops you from mourning?
Good judgment has fled to live with the beasts, and men are without reason! Bear with me a second. My heart is in the coffin there, with Sleazer. I must pause for a moment.
1st Citizen: What he's saying sort of makes sense.
2nd Citizen: Well, if you think about it, Slezer has been greatly wronged.
3rd Citizen: Was he? Friends, I fear the changes may be for the worse.
4th Citizen: Remember what he said? "He wouldn't take the crown." That's proof he wasn't ambitious!
1st Citizen: If this is true, someone will pay dearly for it!
2nd Citizen: Poor man! His eyes are as red as fire from crying.
3rd Citizen: There isn't a better man in Wander Gate than Antavay.
4th Citizen: Listen up! He's starting to speak again.
Antavay: Only yesterday, the name of Sleazer was enough to resist the world. Now he lies here, and everyone is too good to pay him respect. Friends, if I were trying to stir your hearts and minds to riot and rebellion, I would be doing Brutal and Carvus great wrongs, for they are, as you know, honorable men. I will do them no wrong. I will wrong the dead, and myself, and you, rather than wrong such honorable men. But here's a document, with Sleazer's seal on it, which I found in his bedroom. It's his Will. If the people were to hear this, but I do not intend to read it, begging your pardon, they would all go and kiss Sleazer's wounds, and dip their handkerchief's in his sacred blood. Yes, they'd beg for one of his hairs as a souvenir, and when they died they'd include it in their own wills, passing it like a relic to their heirs.
4th Citizen: We want to hear the Will! Read it, Merc Antavay!
All: The Will! The Will! Read us Sleazer's Will!
Antavay: Have patience, good friends. I must not read it. It's better that you don't know how much Sleazer loved you. You aren't made of metal, or of stone, you are men! And since you're men, if you hear Sleazer's Will, it will enrage you. It will infuriate you! It's a good thing that you don't know you are his heirs. If you did, what would happen?
4th Citizen: Read the Will! We'll listen, Antavay! You must read us the Will! Sleazer's Will!
Antavay: Won't you be patient? Won't you wait a bit? I've gone too far just mentioning it to you. I'm afraid I will be wronging the honorable men whose daggers have stabbed Sleazer. I really am afraid of it.
4th Citizen: They're traitors! Bah! Honorable men!
All: The Will! Sleazer's Will!
2nd Citizen: They're monsters! Murderers! The Will! Read the Will!
Antavay: You would force me to read the Will, then? Then make a ring around Sleazer's corpse, and let me show you the man who made the Will. May I step down? Will you give me permission?
All: Come down!
2nd Citizen: Join us!
(Antavay steps down into the crowd)
3rd Citizen: We give permission!
4th Citizen: Form a ring! Stand around him.
1st Citizen: Stand away from the coffin! Keep clear of the body!
2nd Citizen: Make room for Antavay! The noble Antavay!
Antavay: Don't crowd me! Stand back a bit.
All: Stand back! Give him some room! Back up!
Antavay: If you have any tears, prepare to shed them now. You all know this cloak. I remember the first time Sleazer wore it. It was the night he defeated the Netherspider Tribe during the Ratskin Uprisings. This is where Carvus' dagger pierced it. See what a huge tear the jealous Caster made! Through this hole, the most-noble Brutal stabbed, and see how his cursed blade drew out Sleazer's blood? Almost as if it was rushing out to see if it really was Brutal who had so rudely interrupted it's flow. Because, as you know, Brutal was very close to Sleazer. Judge, Emperor, how dearly Sleazer loved him! This was the cruelest cut of them all. When Sleazer saw him stab, the ingratitude of it; worse than the betrayal itself; overcame him. His heart broke then. And with this cloak muffling his face, great Sleazer fell gushing blood, right here at the foot of Portley's statue. And what a fall it was, my neighbors. Then I, and you, and all of us, collapsed while bloody treason washed over us. Oh, so now you're crying! And I detect a touch a pity. These are gracious tears. Kind people, are you weeping at the sight of Sleazer's wounded cloak? Then look here! Here he is, disfigured, as you can see, by the traitors!
1st Citizen: What a horrible sight!
2nd Citizen: Oh, noble Sleazer!
3rd Citizen: What a terrible day!
4th Citizen: Traitors! Villains!
1st Citizen: Such a bloody sight!
2nd Citizen: We shall be revenged!
All: Revenge! Let's go! Find them! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Every traitor must die!
Antavay: Wait, neighbors!
1st Citizen: Quiet down! Listen to Antavay!
2nd Citizen: Hear him out! We'll follow him! We'll die with him!
Antavay: Good friends, neighbors, don't let me incite you to rioting! Those who did this deed are honorable. Unfortunately, I don't know what private grievances they had that drove them to do this. They are wise and honorable, and will, no doubt, give you their explanations. I'm not here to steal your hearts away. I'm not a speaker, like Brutal is. As you all know, I am a plain, blunt man who loved his friend. And those who gave me permissions to speak about him know that as well. I don't have the brains, the ability, the authority, the talent, or the persuasiveness to fire men's blood. I just speak out. I tell you what you already know. I show you Sleazer's wounds, those poor, dumb, silent mouths, and ask them to speak for me. But if I were Brutal, and Brutal was me, then there'd be an Antavay who could stir your hears, and give each of Sleazer's wounds a tongue that could move the very foundations of Wander Gate to rise up and riot!
All: We'll riot!
1st Citizen: We'll torch Brutal's house!
3rd Citizen: Let's go! Come on, let's find the conspirators!
Antavay: Neighbors, listen! Listen to me!
All: Quiet! Let's hear what Antavay has to say! Noble Antavay!
Antavay: Friends, you don't know what you're up to! Why does Sleazer deserve such affection? You don't know! I'll have to remind you, then. You have all forgotten the Will I mentioned.
All: That's right! Let's stay and hear the Will!
Antavay: Here is the Will, with Sleazer's personal seal. To every Wander Gate citizen, to every individual person, he gives the sum of seventy-five guilder credits.
2nd Citizen: Most noble Sleazer! We'll avenge his death!
3rd Citizen: Oh, great Sleazer!
Antavay: Wait, there's more!
All: Everyone be quiet!
Antavay: In addition, he has left you all his walks, his private gardens and newly created art halls. He has left them to you and to your heirs, forever. Public attractions to walk in and enjoy yourselves. That was Sleazer! When will we ever see another like him?
1st Citizen: Never! Never! Come on! Let's go! Go! We'll burn his body in the holy place and set fire to the traitors' houses with the burning sticks! Lift up the body!
2nd Citizen: Go start the fire!
3rd Citizen: Pull up the benches!
4th Citizen: Pull down seats, shutters, anything!
(The crowd of citizens leave with Sleazer's body)
Antavay: It has begun. Mischief is afoot. Let whatever happens, happen. And how are you?
(A messenger enters)
Messenger: Sir, Otto has already entered Wander Gate.
Antavay: Where is he?
Messenger: He and Emiel Lorzus are at Sleazer's house.
Antavay: I'll go straight there to see him. He comes just as I'd wished. Fortune smiles upon us, and in this mood will grant us anything.
Messenger: I heard him say that Brutal and Carvus have fled like madmen through the up-hive gates.
Antavay: They must've noticed how I'd managed to influence the people. Take me to Otto.
(They leave)
Part Three – The Third Bit
A street in Wander Gate. Sin'na the poet enters, and a large group of citizens follows him.
Sin'na: Last night I dreamt I feasted with Sleazer, and superstitions play on my imagination. I have no wish to be out today, but something drags me on.
1st Citizen: What's your name?
2nd Citizen: Where are you going?
3rd Citizen: Where do you live?
4th Citizen: Are you married or single?
2nd Citizen: Answer each of us.
1st Citizen: Answer quickly.
4th Citizen: And truly.
3rd Citizen: Honestly, you'd better do so!
Sin'na: What's my name? Where am I going? Where do I live? Am I married or single? Well, to answer everyone quickly, truthfully, and honestly; to be sensible, I'm a bachelor.
2nd Citizen: That's like saying only fools are married. I'm afraid I'm going to have to smack you for that. But keep answering. Bluntly.
Sin'na: Bluntly, I'm going to Sleazer's funeral.
1st Citizen: As a friend or as an enemy?
Sin'na: As a friend.
2nd Citizen: Quickly, your address?
Sin'na: Quickly, I live near the Capitol.
3rd Citizen: Your name, sir. Truthfully.
Sin'na: Truthfully, my name is Sin'na.
1st Citizen: Get him! He's a conspirator!
Sin'na: I am Sin'na the poet! Sin'na the poet!
4th Citizen: Kill him for his bad verses! Kill him for his bad rhymes!
Sin'na: I am not Cyn'na the conspirator!
1st Citizen: It doesn't matter. His name's Cyn'na. Let's just tear the name out of his heart, and set the rest free.
3rd Citizen: Tear him! Kill him! Come on! Get some torches! Some of us go to Brutal's house, some to Carvus'. Others go to Devious' house, some to Caster's, and some to Kai Larriot's! Burn everything! Let's go!
(The citizens storm off, dragging Sin'na to his fate.)
