| ACT IV SCENE V | Another part of the field. | |
| | 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 | 5 |
| | 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? | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| | 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. | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
| | Exeunt | |
