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.
Scici. How now, my Masters, haue you chose this man?
1.Cit. He ha's our Voyces, Sir
Brut. We pray the Gods, he may deserue your loues