Eagles 36 – Giants 22

Henry V, Act IV, Scene V

SCENE V – Another part of the battlefield.

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.

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.