Henry V by William Shakespeare

Act 4 - Scene 5

Another part of the field.

Constable of France : O diable!

Duke of Orleans : O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!

Lewis the Dauphin : Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! [p]Reproach and everlasting
shame [p]Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune! [p]Do not
run away.

Constable of France : Why, all our ranks are broke.

Lewis the Dauphin : O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves. [p]Be these the wretches
that we play'd at dice for?

Duke of Orleans : Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

Duke of Bourbon : Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame! [p]Let us die in honour:
once more back again; [p]And he that will not follow Bourbon
now, [p]Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, [p]Like a base
pander, hold the chamber-door [p]Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my
dog, [p]His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Constable of France : Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! [p]Let us on heaps go
offer up our lives.

Duke of Orleans : We are enow yet living in the field [p]To smother up the English in
our throngs, [p]If any order might be thought upon.

Duke of Bourbon : The devil take order now! I'll to the throng: [p]Let life be short;
else shame will be too long.

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