Alack,sir,no;her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love:we cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears;they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report:this cannot be cunning in her;if it be,she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove MARK ANTONY Would I had never seen her. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O,sir,you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work;which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel. MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Sir? MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Fulvia! MARK ANTONY Dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why,sir,give the gods a thankful sacrifice.When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him,it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein,that when old robes are worn out,there are members to make new.If there were no more women but Fulvia,then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented:this grief is crowned with consolation;your old smock brings forth a new petticoat:and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. MARK ANTONY The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS And the business you have broached here cannot be without you;especially that of Cleopatra's,which wholly depends on your abode. MARK ANTONY No more light answers.Let our officers Have notice what we purpose.I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen,Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove. MARK ANTONY Would I had never seen her. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece of work; which not to have been blest withal would have discredited your travel. MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Sir? MARK ANTONY Fulvia is dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Fulvia! MARK ANTONY Dead. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. MARK ANTONY The business she hath broached in the state Cannot endure my absence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS And the business you have broached here cannot be without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which wholly depends on your abode. MARK ANTONY No more light answers. Let our officers Have notice what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the queen