Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. This Feauer that hath troubled me so long,
Iohn. Lyes heauie on me: oh, my heart is sicke.
Iohn. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. My Lord: your valiant kinsman Falconbridge,
Mes. Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field,
Mes. And send him word by me, which way you go.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Tell him toward Swinsted, to the Abbey there.
Mes. Be of good comfort: for the great supply,
Mes. That was expected by the Dolphin heere,
Mes. Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands.
Mes. This newes was brought to Richard but euen now,
Mes. The French fight coldly, and retyre themselues.
Iohn. Aye me, this tyrant Feuer burnes mee vp,
Iohn. And will not let me welcome this good newes,
Iohn. Set on toward Swinsted:to my Litter straight,
Iohn. Weaknesse possesseth me, and I am faint.