That time,—O times!—
I laugh’d him out of patience; and that night
I laugh’d him into patience; and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed:
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippian.
(II. v. 18.)
In short his breathless pursuit of all sorts of experiences more than justifies the scandalised summary of Octavius:
He fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more manlike