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Sound but another, and another shall
As loud as thine rattle the welkin’s ear
And mock the deep-mouth’d thunder: for at hand −
Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath us’d rather for sport than need − [175]
Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits
A bare-ribb’d death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
LEWIS
Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.
BASTARD
And thou shalt find it, Dolphin, do not doubt. [180]
[Exeunt.]
Scene III IT
[The Field of Battle.]
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert.
KING JOHN
How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
HUBERT
Badly, I fear. How fares your majesty?
KING JOHN
This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, [5]
Desires your majesty to leave the field
