Another part of the field of battle
Enter CONSTABLE, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES
- O diable!
- O Seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
- Mort Dieu, ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
[A short alarum]
O mechante fortune! Do not run away.
- Why, an our ranks are broke.
- O perdurable shame! Let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
- Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
- 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 gender than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
- Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
- We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.
- The devil take order now! I'll to the throng.
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
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