BRUTUS.
We stay here for the people.
SICINIUS.
Fare you well.
[Exeunt Coriolanus and Menenius.]
He has it now; and by his looks, methinks,
’Tis warm at his heart.
BRUTUS.
With a proud heart he wore
His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?
Enter the Pebleians.
SICINIUS.
How now, my masters, have you chose this man?
FIRST CITIZEN.
He has our voices, sir.
BRUTUS.
We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.
SECOND CITIZEN.
Amen, sir. To my poor unworthy notice,
He mocked us when he begged our voices.