King John by William Shakespeare

Act 5 - Scene 3

The field of battle.

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

Hubert de Burgh : Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?

King John : This fever, that hath troubled me so long, [p]Lies heavy on me; O, my
heart is sick!

Messenger : My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, [p]Desires your majesty
to leave the field [p]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 [p]That was expected by the
Dauphin here, [p]Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin
Sands. [p]This news was brought to Richard but even now: [p]The French
fight coldly, and retire themselves.

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

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