Act4 Scene4

Enter Constable, Orleance, Burbon, Dolphin, and Ramburs. Constable: Why all our rankes are broke.

Dolphin: O perdurable shame, let's stab our selues: Be these the wretches that we plaid at dice for?

Orleance: We are enow yet liuing in the Field, To smother vp the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought vpon.

Burbon: The diuell take Order now, Ile to the throng; Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
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