Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!

Bourbon
Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die. In once more! Back again!

The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng.
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

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.
Constable
Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now.
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Orléans
We are enough 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.
 They exit.