Act 5, Scene 3: The field of battle

SCENE III. 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