Henry V, Modern text based on the Quarto
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[Scene 13]
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Enter the four French lords[, Gebon, Orléans, Bourbon, and the Constable].
2460Orléans Oh, what a day is this!
Bourbon Aujourd'hui haute. All is gone; all is lost.
¶Constable We are enough yet living in the field
¶To smother up the English,
2480If any order might be thought upon.
¶Bourbon A plague of order! Once more to the field,
¶And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
¶Let him go home and, with his cap in hand
¶Like a base leno, hold the chamber door,
¶Whilst by a slave no gentler than my dog,
2475His fairest daughter is contaminate.
¶Constable Disorder that hath spoiled us, right us now.
¶Come we: in heaps we'll offer up our lives
2477.1Unto these English, or else die with fame.
¶Come, come along,
¶Let's die with honor; our shame doth last too long.
Exeunt omnes.