The Count Melon Wounded to Death

My lord your valiant kinsman falcon bridge desires your majesty to leave the field and send him word by me which way you go. Tell him towards Swinstead to the Abbey there. Be of good comfort for the great supply that was expected by the Dothan here are wrecked three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now the French fight coldly and retire themselves. Oind me this tyrant fever burns me up and will not let me welcome this good news. Weakness possessed the brilliant Iron Fate. Put spirit in French. If they miscarry we miscarry too. That miss begotten devil falcon bridging spite of spite alone upholds the day