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Act V, Scene 3
1The field of battle.
2Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert.
3King JohnHow goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
4HubertBadly, I fear. How fares your majesty?
5King JohnThis fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
6Enter a Messenger.
7MessengerMy lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your majesty to leave the field
And send him word by me which way you go.
8King JohnTell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.
9MessengerBe 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.
10King JohnAy 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.