Act V, Scene 3

The field of battle.

[Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT]

• 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,
  Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! 2470

[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. 2475

• 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. 2480

• 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]