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! |
| 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. |
| 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, |
| 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! |
| 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: |
| Let life be short, else shame will be too long. [Exeunt. |
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