[Bluntly.] Antony was a fool.
Octavian.
Hush, my dear Agrippa! You hurt her feelings.
[Agrippa shrugs his shoulders and crosses to Charmian, with whom he begins a vigorous flirtation.
Cleopatra.
[Angrily.] Never mind my feelings.
Octavian.
Frankly then, dear lady, we are not impressed. We came here prepared for a beautiful temptress, a dazzling siren whom I must resist or perish, something seductive, enticing. And what do we find?
Cleopatra.