Henry IV, Part 1

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 1 Scene 3
No Fear Act 1 Scene 3 Page 11

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WORCESTER

   And so they shall.

WORCESTER

Yes, they will.

HOTSPUR

In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.

HOTSPUR

I swear, it’s extremely well thought out.

WORCESTER

And ’tis no little reason bids us speed
280To save our heads by raising of a head,
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The King will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
285And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.

WORCESTER

And we’ve got good reasons to hurry and save ourselves by raising an army. No matter how hard we try to look like everything’s fine, the King will always think he owes us for having helped him take the throne, and he’ll worry that we don’t feel we’ve been properly compensated. Until he finds a way to pay us for good—by killing us. You can see that he’s already begun to distance himself from us.

HOTSPUR

He does, he does. We’ll be revenged on him.

HOTSPUR

He has, he has. We’ll get revenge!

WORCESTER

Cousin, farewell. No further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
290When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer,
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
295Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

WORCESTER

Nephew, farewell. Don’t do any more than I tell you to do in the letters I’ll write you. When the time comes, which will be soon, I’ll sneak off to Glendower and Mortimer. I’ll plan it so that you, Douglas and all our armies will arrive together. Then we can face our future with strength instead of the uncertainty we feel now.

NORTHUMBERLAND

Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.

NORTHUMBERLAND

So long, brother. I believe we’ll prevail.

HOTSPUR

Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.

HOTSPUR

Good bye, uncle. Oh, I hope it won’t be long until battlefields and collisions and groans are witnesses to our game of war!
Exeunt
They exit.