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We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
digested. You stay'd well by't in Egypt.
ENOBARBUS. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance
and made the night light with drinking.
MAECENAS. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast,
and but twelve persons there. Is this true?
ENOBARBUS. This was but as a fly by an eagle. We had much
more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved
MAECENAS. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be
square to her.
ENOBARBUS. When she first met Mark Antony she purs'd up
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
AGRIPPA. There she appear'd indeed! Or my reporter
devis'd well for her.
ENOBARBUS. I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd
Burn'd on the water. The poop was beaten
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own
It beggar'd all description. She did lie
In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold, of tissue,
O'erpicturing that Venus where we see
The fancy out-work nature. On each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did
And what they undid did.
AGRIPPA. O, rare for Antony!
ENOBARBUS. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' th' eyes,
And made their bends adornings. At the helm
A seeming mermaid steers. The silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did sit
Whistling to th' air; which, but for
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
AGRIPPA. Rare Egyptian!
ENOBARBUS. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper. She replied
It should be better he became her guest;
Which she entreated. Our courteous Antony,
Whom ne'er the word of 'No' woman heard
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the
And for his ordinary pays his heart
For what his eyes eat only.
AGRIPPA. Royal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed.
He ploughed her, and she cropp'd.
ENOBARBUS. I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street;
And, having lost her breath, she spoke, and
That she did make defect perfection,
And, breathless, pow'r breathe forth.
MAECENAS. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
ENOBARBUS. Never! He will not.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy
Bless her when she is riggish.
MAECENAS. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
AGRIPPA. Let us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.
ENOBARBUS. Humbly, sir, I thank
(Antony and Cleopatra, 2.II.255-98)