2440Iohn. How goes the day with vs? oh tell me Hubert.

2441Hub. Badly I feare; how fares your Maiesty?

2442Iohn. This Feauer that hath troubled me so long,

2443Lyes heauie on me: oh, my heart is sicke.

2445Mes. My Lord: your valiant kinsman Falconbridge,

2446Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field,

2447And send him word by me, which way you go.

2448Iohn. Tell him toward Swinsted, to the Abbey there.

2449Mes. Be of good comfort: for the great supply

2450That was expected by the Dolphin heere,

2451Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands.

2452This newes was brought to Richard but euen now,

2453The French fight coldly, and retyre themselues.

2454Iohn. Aye me, this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp,

2455And will not let me welcome this good newes.

2456Set on toward Swinsted: to my Litter straight,

2457Weaknesse possesseth me, and I am faint. Exeunt.