Act 4, Scene 5: Another part of the field

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

    Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES

Constable

    O diable!

ORLEANS

    O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!

DAUPHIN

    Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
    Reproach and everlasting shame
    Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
    Do not run away.

    A short alarum

Constable

    Why, all our ranks are broke.

DAUPHIN

    O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.
    Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

ORLEANS

    Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

BOURBON

    Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
    Let us die in honour: once more back again;
    And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
    Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand,
    Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
    Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
    His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Constable

    Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
    Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

ORLEANS

    We are enow yet living in the field
    To smother up the English in our throngs,
    If any order might be thought upon.

BOURBON

    The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
    Let life be short; else shame will be too long.

    Exeunt