Another Part of the Field.
 Enter the CONSTABLE, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES.

Constable	O diable!

Orleans	O seigneur, le jour est perdu! Tout est perdu!

Dauphin	Mort Dieu! Ma vie! All is confounded, all!
	Reproach and everlasting shame
	Sits mocking in our plumes.
													[A short alarum.
								O mchante fortune!
	Do not run away.

Constable					Why, all our ranks are broke.

Dauphin	O perdurable shame! Let's stab ourselves.
	Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?

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,
	Like a base pandar, hold the chamber-door
	Whilst by a slave no gentler than my dog
	His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Constable	Disorder that hath spoiled us, friend us now!
	Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

Orleans	We are enough 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.
													[Exeunt.
