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• The Life of King Henry the Fifth
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. an Antechamber In Theking’spalace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. the Presence Chamber.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: London. Eastcheap.
• Scene II.—: Southampton. a Council-chamber.
• Scene III.—: London. Before a Tavern In Eastcheap.
• Scene IV.—: France. an Apartment In Thefrench King’spalace.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: France. Before Harfleur.
• Scene II.—: The Same.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Before the Gates of Harfleur.
• Scene IV.—: Rouen. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: The Same. Another Room In the Palace.
• Scene VI.—: The English Camp In Picardy.
• Scene VII.—: The French Camp, Near Agincourt.
• Act IV.
• 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.—: Beforeking Henry’spavilion.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: France. an English Court of Guard.
• Scene II.—: Troyes In Champagne. an Apartment In Thefrench King’spalace.

Scene V.—

Another Part of the Field.

Alarums. EnterDauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, Constable, Rambures,and Others. Con. O diable!

Orl.

O seigneur! le jour est perdu! tout est perdu!

Dau.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!

Reproach and everlasting shame

Sit mocking in our plumes. O meschante fortune!

Do not run away.

[A short alarum.

Con.

Why, all our ranks are broke.

Dau.

O perdurable shame! let’s stab ourselves.

Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for?

Orl.

Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

Bour.

Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!

Let’s 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,

Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door

Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,

His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Con.

Disorder, that hath spoil’d us, friend us now!

Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

Orl.

We are enough yet living in the field

To smother up the English in our throngs,

If any order might be thought upon.

Bour.

The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng:

Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

[Exeunt.