Henry V, Modern text based on the Folio
Not Peer Reviewed
2456.1
[4.5]
A short alarum
¶O méchante Fortune! Do not run away.
2465Constable Why, all our ranks are broke.
¶Dauphin Oh, perdurable shame. Let's stab ourselves.
¶Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?
¶Orléans Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
¶Bourbon Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame.
2470Let us die. In 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
2475His fairest daughter is contaminated.
¶Constable Disorder that hath spoiled us, friend us now.
¶Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
¶Orléans We are enough yet living in the field
¶To smother up the English in our throngs,
2480If 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.]