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Chapter 186
SCENE V. Another part of the field of battleEnter 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 mechante fortune! Do not run away. CONSTABLE. Why, an 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 g
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