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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 | confound|ed all,
           ,         ,     ,         ,
      Reproach,| and ev|erlast|ing shame
        ,    ,                  ,     oo
      Sits mock/ing in | our plumes.|     (tetra with prev)
      ,       ,         ,          T   T  . T
      O mes|chante for|tune, do | not run away.
 
[A short alarum]
 
CONSTABLE
           ,          ,           ,
      Why all | our ranks | are broke.  \\
 
DAUPHIN
         ,     ,        ,            ,         ,
      O per|dura|ble shame,| let's^stab | ourselves:
           ,            ,     2      ,      ,          ,
      Be these | the wretch|es that we | played at | dice for?
 
ORLEANS
           ,          ,         ,     ,     2       ,
      Is this | the king | we sent | to, for his | ransom?
 
BOURBON
        ,             ,       ,      ,              ,
      Shame, and | etern|al shame,| nothing | but shame,
        Tx    T   .  T        ,      T    T  .  T
      Let us die in hon|or: 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 pand|er hold | the chamb|er-door,
         T   .    T   T          ,        ,        ,
      Whilst a base slave,| no gent|ler than | my dog,
            ,        ,        ,       ,    ,      2->
      His fair|est daught|er is | conta|minat||ed.
 
CONSTABLE
          ,       ,            ,             ,         ,
      Disord|er that | hath spoiled | us, friend | us now,
           ,        ,         ,      ,         ,
      Let^us | on heaps | go of|fer up | our lives.
 
ORLEANS
          ,      ,     ,   ,                 ,
      We are | enow | yet liv/ing in | the field,
           ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      To smoth|er up | the Eng|lish in | our throngs,
         ,     ,       ,           ,        ,
      If an|y ord|er might | be thought | upon.
 
BOURBON
       .   Tx     T   T      ,          ,          ,
      The devil take ord|er now,| I'll to | the throng;
            ,         ,            ,           ,         ,
      Let^life | be short,| else^shame | will be | too long.
 
[Exeunt]

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