And out in the courtyard, Julii Cooper cuts Timon and his men loose for the day. So now we know.
Back inside a bit later, Julii Cooper's pouting to Antony about Cleo being late for dinner. Right then is when Cleo and her ladies-in-waiting enter. Cleo's gotten dressed up for the occasion, in a slinky gold formal and a...well, I guess you'd call it a Cleopatra wig. Before moving to greet her, Julii Cooper sarcastically mutters to Mark Antony, "Just as you described her. Quite the little mouse." A gold-plated wireless optical mouse with two scroll wheels, maybe. Not bothering to answer, Antony goes over to greet the guest of honor, followed grudgingly by the hostess.
Antony starts to greet Cleopatra by all her titles and honorifics, but she puts a stop to that and puts a hand to his chest, asking to be informal. Antony is for once jolted out of his suavity by her flirtatious manner, until she asks for introductions. Which is when he remembers that his girlfriend is standing right next to him. Awkward. And uncomfortable. Antony introduces their hostess. "Atia," Cleo acknowledges graciously. She turns to Mark Antony and says, "Nice. Just as you said." Julii Cooper looks downward, embarrassed. I think she lost that round, too. Cleo brought a little boy along with her, and she introduces him as Caesarion. "Does he not he look exactly like his noble father?" "Uncanny," Antony agrees, about as sincerely as he ever says anything. "Looks nothing like him," Julii Cooper mutters, and stomps off. Aside from her rudeness, she's got a point there; any true child of Caesar wouldn't be able to lift his own giant head off the floor until at least age ten. Antony asks Cleo, "Shall we eat?"
Eating montage! Everyone lies around, watching each other eat in slow motion. Antony. Servilia. Julii Cooper. Cleo. Octavia. Caesarion. Octavian. Caesarion again. Octavian again (Octavian totally knows something's up with Caesarion). Antony. Julii Cooper Cleo Antony Cleo Antony Julii Cooper Cleo Antony Cleo Antony Cleo Julii Cooper. Lots of significant looks between Consul and Queen, as Julii Cooper realizes she's totally outclassed. You don't suppose anything will ever happen between Antony and Cleopatra, do you?
You'll never guess where Timon goes when he gets off work early. He goes home to his wife and kids. I never thought of him having a domestic home life before, probably because he spends so much time trying to get into his boss's pants. Timon has an unexpected visitor: his shaggy, bearded brother Levi, who comes in from the other door draped in Timon's three children and addressing him as "Tevye." Timon's surprised but sort of happy to see his brother after nine years. To explain his presence in Rome, Levi says his partners are starting a new business and he's there to run the local office, which means he's staying a while. Timon offers him dinner, but it's not a kosher house, so Levi's not hungry. "Already we're not good enough, eh?" Timon jokes. He offers wine, and Levi's cool with breaking out the Manischewitz. They talk about their respective businesses. Levi says that business is "up, down, up, down." He hears Timon's doing well, and Timon noncommittally agrees, "Up, down." Business is unpredictable, too. "Horses?" Levi asks. "Horses," Timon agrees. They're both lying, of course.