Henry V
ACT IV SCENE V | Another part of the field. | |
Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES | ||
Constable | O diable! | |
ORLEANS | O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! | |
DAUPHIN | Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! | |
Reproach and everlasting shame | 5 | |
Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune! | ||
Do not run away. | ||
A short alarum. | ||
Constable | Why, all our ranks are broke. | |
DAUPHIN | O perdurable shame! let’s stab ourselves. | |
Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for? | 10 | |
ORLEANS | Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? | |
BOURBON | Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame! | |
Let us die in honour: once more back again; | ||
And he that will not follow Bourbon now, | ||
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, | 15 | |
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door | ||
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, | ||
His fairest daughter is contaminated. | ||
Constable | Disorder, that hath spoil’d us, friend us now! | |
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. | 20 | |
ORLEANS | We are enow yet living in the field | |
To smother up the English in our throngs, | ||
If 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. | 25 | |
Exeunt |
Henry V, Act 4, Scene 6