The Life and Death of King John

Act V

Scene III

William Shakespeare


England. The field of battle

Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT

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

    HUBERT.
Badly, I fear. How fares your Majesty?

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

Enter a MESSENGER

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

    KING JOHN.
Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.

    MESSENGER.
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.

    KING JOHN.
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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