(IV. iii. 47.)
And Aufidius welcomes Coriolanus to the feast with the words:
O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands:
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepared against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
(IV. v. 137.)
The arrival of such an auxiliary, however, at once alters that plan, and we presently learn that they are now going to make direct for the city:
To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: ’tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.