2459Con. O Diable.

2460Orl. O signeur le iour et perdia, toute et perdie.

2461Dol. Mor Dieu ma vie, all is confounded all,

2462Reproach, and euerlasting shame

2463Sits mocking in our Plumes. A short Alarum.

2464O meschante Fortune, do not runne away.

2465Con. Why all our rankes are broke.

2466Dol, O perdurable shame, let's stab our selues:

2467Be these the wretches that we plaid at dice for?

2468Orl. Is this the King we sent too, for his ransome?

2469Bur. Shame, and eternall shame, nothing but shame,

2470Let vs dye in once more backe againe,

2471And he that will not follow Burbon now,

2472Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand

2473Like a base Pander hold the Chamber doore,

2474Whilst a base slaue, no gentler then my dogge,

2475His fairest daughter is contaminated.

2476Con. Disorder that hath spoyl'd vs, friend vs now,

2477Let vs on heapes go offer vp our liues.

2478Orl. We are enow yet liuing in the Field,

2479To smother vp the English in our throngs,

2480If any order might be thought vpon.

2481Bur. The diuell take Order now, Ile to the throng;

2482Let life be short, else shame will be too long. Exit.