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
Sits mocking in our plumes.
[A short alarum.]
O mechante 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?
