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Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,

Repair to the senate-house.

Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along?

Bru. We stay here for the people.

Sic. Fare you well.

Exeunt Coriolanus and Menenius.

He has it now; and by his looks, methinks,

'Tis warm at 's heart.

Bru. With a proud heart he wore

His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?

Sic. How now, my masters! have you chose this man?

1. Cit. He has our voices, sir.

Bru. We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.

2. Cit. Amen, sir. To my poor unworthy notice,

He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.

3. Cit. Certainly,

He flouted us downright.

1. Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech; he did not mock us.

2. Cit. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says

He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us

His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for 's country.

Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.

All. No, no; no man saw 'em.

3. Cit. He said he had wounds, which he could show in private;

And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,

'I would be consul,' says he: 'aged custom,

But by your voices, will not so permit me;

 161 'Tis heart: it warms his heart

