The Life of Henry the Fifth: ACT IV
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III ACT IV PROLOGUE. SCENE I. The English camp at Agincourt. SCENE II. The French camp. SCENE III. The English camp. SCENE IV. The field of battle. SCENE V. Another part of the field. SCENE VI. Another part of the field. SCENE VII. Another part of the field. SCENE VIII. Before KING HENRY'S pavilion. ACT V About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: 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 5     Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!       Do not run away. A short alarum 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 10    Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? BOURBON       Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!       Let us die in honour: once more back again;       And he that will not follow Bourbon now,       Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, 15    Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door       Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,       His fairest daughter is contaminated. Constable       Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!       Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. ORLEANS 20    We are enow yet living in the field       To smother up the English in our throngs,       If any order might be thought upon. BOURBON       The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:       Let life be short; else shame will be too long. Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene