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James Boswell [1821], The plays and poems of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending A Life of the Poet, and an enlarged history of the stage, by the late Edmond Malone. With a new glossarial index (J. Deighton and Sons, Cambridge) [word count] [S10201].

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SCENE III. The Same. A Field of Battle. Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert.

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,

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Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick! Enter a Messenger.

Mess.
My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge,
Desires your majesty to leave the field;
And send him word by me, which way you go.

K. John.
Tell him, toward Swinstead¹ ^note, to the abbey there.

Mess.
Be of good comfort; for the great supply,
That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wreck'd² ^note
three nights ago on Goodwin sands.
This news was brought to Richard³ ^note

but even now:
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.

K. John.
Ah 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.
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