(King John; Hubert; Messenger)
John, suffering with fever, is told that the battle is going against him. He receives a message from the Bastard asking him to leave the field and announcing that the French are falling back because of the loss of their reinforcements in a wreck. John leaves to go to Swinstead Abbey. (17 lines)
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert.
How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
Badly, I fear. How fares your Majesty?
This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me. O, my heart is sick!
Enter a Messenger.
My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your Majesty to leave the field,
And send him word by me which way you go.
Tell him toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.
Be of good comfort; for the great supply,
That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wrack’d three nights ago on Goodwin Sands;
This news was brought to Richard but even now.
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
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.