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.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Certainly, he flouted us downright.
FIRST CITIZEN.
No, ’tis his kind of speech. He did not mock us.
SECOND CITIZEN.
Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says
He used us scornfully. He should have showed us
His marks of merit, wounds received for’s country.
SICINIUS.
Why, so he did, I am sure.
ALL.
No, no. No man saw ’em.
THIRD CITIZEN.
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;
Your voices therefore.” When we granted that,
Here was “I thank you for your voices. Thank you.
Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices,
I have no further with you.” Was not this mockery?