O diable!

O Seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!

Mort Dieu! Ma vie! All is confounded, all.

4.5.42462Reproach and everlasting 2463shame sits mocking in our plumes.

4.5.52464O méchante Fortune! Do not run away.

Why, all our ranks are broke.

Oh, perdurable shame. Let's stab ourselves.

4.5.82467Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?

Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame.

4.5.112470Let us die. In once more, back again,

4.5.122471And he that will not follow Bourbon now

4.5.132472Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand

4.5.142473Like a base pander, hold the chamber door

4.5.152474Whilst by a slave no gentler than my dog

4.5.162475His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Disorder that hath spoiled us, friend us now.

4.5.182477Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

We are enough yet living in the field

4.5.202479To smother up the English in our throngs,

4.5.212480If any order might be thought upon.

The devil take order now. I'll to the throng;

4.5.232482Let life be short, else shame will be too long.