The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Bast._ And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. 180
[_Exeunt._
SCENE III. _The field of battle._
_Alarums. Enter_ KING JOHN _and_ HUBERT.[615]
_K. John._ How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
_Hub._ Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?
_K. John._ This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
_Enter a_ Messenger.
_Mess._ My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, 5
Desires your majesty to leave the field
And send him word by me which way you go.
_K. John._ Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.[616]
_Mess._ Be of good comfort; for the great supply
That was expected by the Dauphin here, 10
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands.[617]
This news was brought to Richard but even now:
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
_K. John._ Ay me! this tyrant fever burns me up,[618]
And will not let me welcome this good news. 15
Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight;[616]
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [_Exeunt._
SCENE IV. _Another part of the field._[619]
_Enter_ SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, _and_ BIGOT.
_Sal._ I did not think the king so stored with friends.
_Pem._ Up once again; put spirit in the French:[620]
If they miscarry, we miscarry too.[620]
_Sal._ That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. 5
_Pem._ They say King John sore sick hath left the field.
_Enter_ MELUN, _wounded_.
_Mel._ Lead me to the revolts of England here.
_Sal._ When we were happy we had other names.
_Pem._ It is the Count Melun.
_Sal._ Wounded to death.
_Mel._ Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; 10
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion[621]
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Seek out King John and fall before his feet;
For if the French be lords of this loud day,[622]
He means to recompense the pains you take 15
By cutting off your heads: thus hath he sworn
And I with him, and many moe with me,[623]
Upon the altar at Saint Edmundsbury;[624]
Even on that altar where we swore to you
Dear amity and everlasting love. 20
_Sal._ May this be possible? may this be true?
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