Scene V.Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON,
CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and Others.
Con. O diable!
Orl. O seigneur! le jour est perdu! tout est
Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sit mocking in our plumes. O meschante
Do not run away. [A short alarum.
Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dau. O perdurable shame! let's stab our-
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his
Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing
Let's 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 gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Orl. We are enough yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.
Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.