Back at the dinner party, Cleopatra is giving her farewells. "Your vassal queen shall weep until she sees you again," she tells Antony. He gives some completely lame response, because he can dish out the sarcastic come-ons, but he can't take them. Cleo turns to Julii Cooper and gushes, "Atia, I have made a friend for life. I feel it." She asks Julii Cooper to kiss her, and while Julii Cooper's planting one on each queenly cheek, the royal ear is whispered into once again this episode. We hear what's said this time: "Die screaming, you pig-spawn trollop," Julii Cooper hisses. Cleo's smile falters only a little as Julii Cooper steps back and says, "Safe journey." But Cleo's is not so much an offended expression as one of, Wow, you're really bad at this. Antony starts to quietly express his relief that Cleo's gone, but the doors haven't even closed behind her before Julii Cooper's braying, "Party's over! Everybody can go home now!"
Timon and his brother are staying up late, having drinks and laughs in his kitchen. Now that everyone else is asleep, Timon wants to know the real reason Levi's there. Levi tries to stick to his story about business, but Timon's not buying. "You hate Rome. You hate Romans." Levi finally admits, "Things were getting a bit hot for me in Jerusalem. Better I leave for a while." Turns out Levi has been complaining about the political situation back home. He starts to do the same here, getting kind of exercised about it, but Timon shushes him. "You're in Rome now. You're in my house. I've got a wife and children to think of. You keep that cack to yourself, do you hear me?" Levi says he does. Okay, then. Glad we got that resolved and it won't be coming up again.
Next day -- or at least daytime -- one of the local gangs is exerting a bit of muscle. They're torturing a pair of guys they've tied up in sacks and are holding under a fountain. They pull one out and kick the bundle, then stab it a few times. The second bundle is luckier; instead of getting stabbed, it gets slit open. Inside are a guy and a whole lot of angry, wet snakes. So maybe he wasn't so lucky. The fun over for now, the gang leader, a Poor Man's Erastes Fulmen if ever there was one, leans down to speak to the gasping victim. It's the typical "this is my turf, take this message back to your boss, and also a snake while you're at it" kind of posturing. But before he's even finished, a small group of yellow-robed priests passes through the street, trailing choking clouds of incense smoke and declaring a truce. On their shoulders, they're carrying the idol of a female figure on a small platform. Oddly, the gangsters seem to fall in line rather than deciding to kill the priests in annoyance. You know, like I would. The idol, "Mother Concord," seems to hold considerable power over them, because these amoral ruffians cease the horseplay immediately. The priest says that all captains are summoned to a parley at the Aventine Collegium (whatever that is) at six. The little party of priests continues through the streets, one of them whipping a long green stick through the air and making it whistle. So you know these priests demand respect, otherwise the one with the stick would get it wrapped around his neck.