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 wrack’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.]
SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the same.
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke and Bigot.
SALISBURY.
I did not think the King so stor’d with friends.
PEMBROKE.
Up once again; put spirit in the French.
If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
SALISBURY.
That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
PEMBROKE.
They say King John, sore sick, hath left the field.