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Henry V

Act IV, Scene 5

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 | confoun|ded all,
           ,         ,     ,         ,
      Reproach,| and e|verlas|ting shame
        ,    ,                  ,     oo
      Sits moc/king in | our plumes.|     (tetra with prev)
      ,       ,         ,          ,         ,
      O mes|chante for|tune, do | not run^|away.
 
[A short alarum]
 
CONSTABLE
           ,          ,           ,
      Why all | our ranks | are broke.
 
DAUPHIN
      <- ,      ,          ,      T     T   T     T
         O per|dura||ble shame, let's stab our|selves:
      <- T   T            ,         ,          ,          ,    ___
        Be these || the wret|ches that | we played | at dice | for?
 
ORLEANS
           ,          ,         ,     ,    2       ,
      Is this | the king | we sent | to for his | ransom?
 
BOURBON
        ,            ,        ,      ,              ,
      Shame, and | eter|nal shame,| nothing | but shame,
        Tx    T   .  T        ,      T    T  .  T
      Let us die in ho|nor: once | more back again,
           ,                ,   ,        ,       ,
      And he | that will / not fol|low Bour|bon now,
       ,             ,           ,         ,         ,
      Let him | go hence,| and with | his cap | in hand
        T  .   T   T        ,          ,        ,
      Like a base pan|der hold | the cham|ber-door,
         T   .    T   T          ,        ,        ,
      Whilst a base slave,| no gent|ler than | my dog,
            ,        ,        ,       ,    ,      2->
      His fair|est daugh|ter is | conta|mina||ted.
 
CONSTABLE
          ,       ,            ,             ,         ,
      Disor|der that | hath spoiled | us, friend | us now,
       ,            ,         ,      ,         ,
      Let us | on heaps | go of|fer up | our lives.
 
ORLEANS
          ,      ,     ,   ,                 ,
      We are | enow | yet li/ving in | the field,
          ,        ,        ,        ,          ,
      To smo|ther up | the Eng|lish in | our throngs,
         ,     ,       ,           ,        ,
      If a|ny or|der might | be thought | upon.
 
BOURBON
       .   Tx     T   T      ,      ,              ,
      The devil take or|der now,| I'll to | the throng;
            ,         ,            ,           ,         ,
      Let life | be short,| else shame | will be | too long.
 
[Exeunt]

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