| [Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES] | |
| Constable | O diable! |
| ORLEANS | O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! |
| DAUPHIN | Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune! Do not run away. |
| [A short alarum] | |
| Constable | Why, all our ranks are broke. |
| DAUPHIN | O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd 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 pander, hold the chamber-door Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is contaminated. |
| Constable | Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. |
| ORLEANS | We are enow 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] |