[Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES]
- 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.
[A short alarum]
- Lewis the Dauphin. O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
- 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
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
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.