Act V, Scene iii:
The same. 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, Falconbridge,

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.]