Act IV, Scene 5

Another part of the field.

[Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES]

• Constable of France. O diable! 2450

• Duke of Orleans. O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!

• Lewis the 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. 2455

[A short alarum]

• Constable of France. Why, all our ranks are broke.

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

• Duke of Orleans. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? 2460

• Duke of 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 2465
  Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
  His fairest daughter is contaminated.

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

• Duke of Orleans. We are enow yet living in the field 2470
  To smother up the English in our throngs,
  If any order might be thought upon.

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

[Exeunt]