ENOBARBUS: How appears the fight?
SCARUS: On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,-- 
Whom leprosy o'ertake!--i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies. 
ENOBARBUS: That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
Endure a further view.
SCARUS: She once being loof'd,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her: 
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.
ENOBARBUS: Alack, alack!