2456.1[4.5]
Enter Constable, Orléans, Bourbon, Dauphin, and Rambures.
Constable
O diable!
2460Orléans
O Seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
Dauphin
Mort Dieu! Ma vie! All is confounded, all.
Reproach and everlasting shame sits mocking in our plumes.
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.]