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she hath such a celerity in dying.

ANTONY
She is cunning past man’s thought.

ENOBARBUS
Alack, sir, no, her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure
love. We cannot call [145] 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.

ANTONY
Would I had never seen her! [150]

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.

ANTONY
Fulvia is dead.

ENOBARBUS
Sir? [155]

ANTONY

Fulvia is dead.

ENOBARBUS

Fulvia?

ANTONY
Dead.

ENOBARBUS
Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to
take the wife of a man [160] from him, it shows to man the tailors of the
earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are