King John

Act 5, Scene 3

SCENE III. The field of battle.

Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT

How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.

Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?

This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!

Enter a Messenger

My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your majesty to leave the field
And send him word by me which way you go.

Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.

Be of good comfort; for the great supply
That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wreck′d three nights ago on Goodwin Sands.
This news was brought to Richard but even now:
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.

Ay me! this tyrant fever burns me up,
And will not let me welcome this good news.
Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.

Exeunt

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