Another part of the field of battle
Enter CONSTABLE, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES
O Seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
Mort Dieu, ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
[A short alarum]
O mechante fortune! Do not run away.
Why, an our ranks are broke.
O perdurable shame! Let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
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
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
Whilst by a slave, no gender than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.
The devil take order now! I'll to the throng.
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.