William Shakespeare: Henry V, Act IV, Scene V
Enter Constable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, and Rambures
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
Do not run away.
A short alarum
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,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.