ACT IV SCENE V

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