Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again, 156
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.
He has it now; and by his looks, methinks, 160
'Tis warm at 's heart.
Bru. With a proud heart he wore
His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?
Enter the Plebeians.
Sic. How now, my masters! have you chose this man?
1. Cit. He has our voices, sir. 164
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. 168
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. 172
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, 176
But by your voices, will not so permit me;
161 'Tis . . . heart: it warms his heart
