Act IV, Scene 5
Another part of the battlefield.
- Enter Constable, Orléans, Bourbon, Dauphin, and Rambures.
Constable of France1
- O diable!
Duke of Orléans2
- O Seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
Dauphin3 - 7
- 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.
Constable of France8
- Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dauphin9 - 10
- O perdurable shame! Let’s stab ourselves.
- Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for?
Duke of Orléans11
- Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Duke of Bourbon12 - 18
- Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
- Let 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,
- His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Constable of France19 - 20
- Disorder, that hath spoil’d us, friend us now!
- Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Duke of Orléans21 - 23
- We are enow yet living in the field
- To smother up the English in our throngs,
- If any order might be thought upon.
Duke of Bourbon24 - 25
- The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng:
- Let life be short, else shame will be too long.