Act 4 — Scene IV.—ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD OF BATTLE.
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Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, Constable, Rambures, and Others, hastily, and in confusion, L.H.
Dau. (C.) All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.
Alarums, L.
Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dau. O perdurable shame!26—let’s stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for?
Orl. (L.C.) Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Dau. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die in honor: Once more back again.
Con. (C.) Disorder, that hath spoil’d us, friend us now! Let us in heaps go offer up our lives Unto these English, or else die with fame.
Dau. (R.C.) We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon.
Con. The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng: Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
Alarums.
Exeunt L.H.