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The field of battle.
[Alarums. Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT]
KING JOHN
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How goes | the day | with us?| Oh tell | me
Hu||bert.
HUBERT
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Bad|ly I fear;| how fares | your maj|esty?
KING JOHN
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This fev|er that | hath troub|led me | so long,
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Lies^hea|vy on | me: oh,| my heart | is sick.
[Enter a Messenger]
MESSENGER
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My lord:| your val|iant kins|man Faul|conbridge,
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Desires | your maj|esty | to leave | the field,
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And send | him word | by me,| which way | you go.
KING JOHN
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Tell him | toward Swinstead,| to the ab|bey
there.
MESSENGER
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Be of | good* com|fort: for | the great | supply
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That was | expect|ed by | the Dauph|in here,
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Are wracked | three nights ago | on Good|win
Sands.
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This news | was brought | to Rich|ard but ev|en
now,
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The French | fight cold/ly, and | retire |
themselves.
KING JOHN
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Aye* me,| this tyr|ant fev|er burns | me up,
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And will | not let | me wel|come this / good
news.
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Set^on | toward^Swin|stead: to | my lit|ter
straight,
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Weakness | posses|seth me,| and I | am faint.
[Exeunt]