Enter CONSTABLE, ORLÉANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES
Ô seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est erdu!
Mort de ma vie, all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
5Sits mocking in our plumes.
A short alarum
Ô méchante Fortune!
Do not run away.
Why, all our ranks are broke.
O perdurable shame! Let’s stab ourselves.
10Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?
Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die. In once more! Back again!
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
15Let 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 contaminate.
Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now.
20Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.