cloyless

He dreams . I know they are in Rome together ,
Looking for Antony . But all the charms of love ,
Salt Cleopatra , soften thy wanned lip !
Let witchcraft join with beauty , lust with both ;
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts ;
Keep his brain fuming . Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite ,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
Even till a Lethe’d dullness —



How now , Varrius ?