The Battlefield.
 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 wracked 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.
