Opening night with press In Shakespeare's ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, Enobarbus and Eros have a short scene that has to be the most boring scene in all Shakespeare, but utterly critical in the information it delivers. I was playing Eros, entered, and no Enobarbus...um, okay. Stalled for bit sharpening my sword, still no Enobarbus. So I started the scene as if it was a soliloquy, changing pronouns to make sense, obviously looking very thoughtful. About 3/4 of the way through the scene, I look into the wings and there standing and watching me is Enobarbus. Major wardrobe malfunction, and he thought I was doing so well he wasn't going to interrupt. My wife commented to me after the play, "that was a very strange monologue, but you did it very well."