| [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] |