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O diable!
Oh, devil!
O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
Oh, sir! the day is lost, everything is lost!
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune! Do not run away.
By my life! all is ruined, everything! Disgrace and everlasting shame sit mocking in our feathers. Oh, cruel fortune! Don’t run away.
Why, all our ranks are broke.
Why, all our ranks are broken.
O perdurable shame! let’s stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for?
Oh, lasting shame! let’s kill ourselves. Are these the miserable men we gambled for?
Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Is this the king we asked for his ransom?
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.
Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die with honor: let’s go back once more; And anyone who won’t follow Bourbon now, Let him go away, and with his cap in hand, Like a low servant, stand by the door while his slave, no better than my dog, dishonors his most beautiful daughter.
Disorder, that hath spoil’d us, friend us now! Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Disorder, which has ruined us, now help us! Let us rush together and offer up our lives.
We are enow yet living in the field To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon.
We still have enough men alive in the field to overwhelm the English in our masses, if any strategy could be considered.
The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng: Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
To hell with order now! I’ll join the crowd: Let life be short; otherwise, shame will last too long.