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 speak,

Being barbered ten times o’er, goes to the feast,

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 cropped.                        (2.2.218-227)

Enobarbus continues to mock Antony here, as well as vividly depicting the speed and depth of his infatuation. All his customary tricks with women are useless here: he invites Cleopatra to supper—dinner date!—but she replied it should be better he became her guest—no, you come to mine, allow me—which she entreated; she begged him to let her be his hostess, an offer of hospitality which he cannot refuse, and which gives her all the power. Antony is courteous, can’t ever turn a lady down—ne’er the word of ‘No’ woman heard speak (Enobarbus a bit waspish here; he knows Antony’s weaknesses of old, and chief among them, it’s the ladies)—and so he’s barbered ten times o’er, immaculately shaved and turned out, bit of cologne, really makes a big effort, quite nervous actually—goes to the feast, and for his ordinary, his dinner (of the kind you’d get at the pub, pie and a pint, or the set menu), pays his heart for what his eyes eat only. He could barely eat, he was in so far, so fast; no appetite, and he only had eyes for her. (The conflation of appetites, sex and food, once again.)

Enobarbus’s account is actually quite moving, even as it mocks Antony the suave lover, the bluff soldier, the statesman so completely out of his depth, utterly lost in love as if for the very first time, but Agrippa reduces it to mere sex—royal wench!!—and adds his own comment on Cleopatra, not her beauty or her ability to fascinate, but on her Past: yes, Cleopatra, she’s always been a goer, she had that thing with Caesar, she made great Caesar lay his sword to bed (yes alright Agrippa we get it) he ploughed her and she cropped, that is, Cleopatra had a child by Julius Caesar, Caesarion. Agrippa really doesn’t get it, either Cleopatra herself, or Antony’s obsessive love for her, let alone hers for him.