Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs: and Antony,
Enthroned i’ the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling the air: which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature....
Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she replied