|William Shakespeare (15641616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.|
|The Life and Death of King John|
|Act V. Scene III.|
The Same. A Field of Battle.
Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT.
| K. John. How goes the day with us? O! tell me, Hubert.|
| Hub. Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?|
| K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long,|| 5|
|Lies heavy on me: O! my heart is sick.|
Enter a Messenger.
| Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,|
|Desires your majesty to leave the field,|
|And send him word by me which way you go.|| 10|
| K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.|
| Mess. Be of good comfort: for the great supply|
|That was expected by the Dauphin here,|
|Are wrackd three nights ago on Goodwin sands.|
|This news was brought to Richard but even now.|| 15|
|The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.|
| K. 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.|| 20|