HENRY THE FIFTH

Act 4 Scene 5

(Enter the Constable, the Dukes of Orleans and Bourbon, and Lord Rambures)
l1l	Constable	 O diable!
l2l	Orleans	O Seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
l3l	[Bourbon]	 Mort de ma vie! All is confounded, all.
l4l		Reproach and everlasting shame
l5l		Sits mocking in our plumes.
		(A short alarum)
l6l		O mechante fortune!—
		(To Rambures)
		 Do not run away.
l7l	[Orleans]	We are enough yet living in the field
l8l		To smother up the English in our throngs,
l9l		If any order might be thought upon.
l10l	Bourbon	The devil take order. Once more back again!
l11l		And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
l12l		Let him go home, and with his cap in hand
l13l		Like a base leno hold the chamber door
l14l		Whilst by a slave no gentler than my dog
l15l		His fairest daughter is contaminated.
l16l	Constable	Disorder that hath spoiled us friend us now.
l17l		Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
l18l	Bourbon	I’ll to the throng.
l19l		Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
		(Exeunt)