| ACT V 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! | 5 |
| | 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 | 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. | |
| KING JOHN | 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. | |
| | Exeunt | |
