Mene. You haue stood your Limitation:
And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voyce,
Remaines, that in th' Officiall Markes inuested,
You anon doe meet the Senate
Corio. Is this done?
Scicin. The Custome of Request you haue discharg'd:
The People doe admit you, and are summon'd
To meet anon, vpon your approbation
Corio. Where? at the Senate-house?
Scicin. There, Coriolanus
Corio. May I change these Garments?
Scicin. You may, Sir
Cori. That Ile straight do: and knowing my selfe again,
Repayre toth' Senatehouse
Mene. Ile keepe you company. Will you along?
Brut. We stay here for the People
Scicin. Fare you well.
Exeunt. Coriol. and Mene.
He ha's it now: and by his Lookes, me thinkes,
'Tis warme at's heart
Brut. With a prowd heart he wore his humble Weeds:
Will you dismisse the People?
Enter the Plebeians.