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| SCENE III. The field of battle. |
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Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT
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| KING JOHN |
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How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
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| HUBERT |
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Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?
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| KING JOHN |
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This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
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Enter a Messenger
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| Messenger |
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5 My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your majesty to leave the field
And send him word by me which way you go.
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| KING JOHN |
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Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.
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| Messenger |
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Be of good comfort; for the great supply
10 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.
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| KING JOHN |
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Ay me! this tyrant fever burns me up,
15 And will not let me welcome this good news.
Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.
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Exeunt
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