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Another Part of the Field. | |
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Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and Others. | |
| Con. O diable! | |
| Orl. O seigneur! le jour est perdu! tout est perdu! | |
| Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! | 5 |
| Reproach and everlasting shame | |
| Sit mocking in our plumes. O meschante fortune! | |
| Do not run away. [A short alarum. | |
| Con. Why, all our ranks are broke. | |
| Dau. O perdurable shame! let’s stab ourselves. | 10 |
| Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for? | |
| Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? | |
| Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! | |
| Let’s die in honour! once more back again; | |
| And he that will not follow Bourbon now, | 15 |
| 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 now! | 20 |
| 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 throng: | 25 |
| Let life be short, else shame will be too long. [Exeunt. | |
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