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Act 4, Scene 4
Henry V Translation Act 4, Scene 5
Enter CONSTABLE, ORLÉANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES
CONSTABLE
Ô diable!
CONSTABLE
By the devil!
ORLÉANS
Ô seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
ORLÉANS
By God! We've lost, we've lost everything!
DAUPHIN
Mort de ma vie, all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.
DAUPHIN
By death, everything is destroyed, everything! Blame and eternal shame sit in the feathers on our helmets, mocking us.
A short alarum
Ô méchante Fortune! Do not run away.
Oh cruel Fortune! Do not run away.
CONSTABLE
Why, all our ranks are broke.
CONSTABLE
But our ranks have all been broken.
DAUPHIN
O perdurable shame! Let’s stab ourselves.Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?
DAUPHIN
Oh eternal shame! Let's stab ourselves. Are these the miserable men we gambled for?
ORLÉANS
Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
ORLÉANS
Is this the king we asked to pay us ransom?
BOURBON
Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die. In 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 contaminate.
BOURBON
Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let's die. Into battle once more! Go back! Let whoever refuses to follow Bourbon now go from here, and go with his hat in his hand like a low pimp holding the door to the room while his most beautiful daughter is contaminated by a slave, no nobler than my dog.
CONSTABLE
Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now.Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
CONSTABLE
Disorder, you destroyed us before—now be friends with us. Let's go die on heaps of bodies.
ORLÉANS
We are enough yet living in the field To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon.
ORLÉANS
There are enough of us still alive in the battlefield to smother the English with our army, if we could only think of a way to put some order into our troops.
BOURBON
The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng.Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
BOURBON
Damn order now! I'll go where the fight is. Let life be short, or shame will be too long.
Exeunt
