The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra
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. (3.10.17)
Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well.
O, he has given example for our flight
Most grossly by his own! (3.10.25)
He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv'd.
He is a god, and knows
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.
[Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee. (3.13.57)