No Fear Act 3 Scene 4
No Fear Act 3 Scene 4 Page 5

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HASTINGS

90I now repent I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies
Today at Pomfret bloodily were butchered,
And I myself secure in grace and favor.
O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
95Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.

HASTINGS

And I regret having bragged to the messenger about how my enemies were being butchered at Pomfret while I, as I said, was in good standing with Richard. Oh Margaret, Margaret, your heavy curse has now landed on poor Hastings’s miserable head!

RATCLIFFE

Come, come, dispatch. The duke would be at dinner.
Make a short shrift. He longs to see your head.

RATCLIFFE

Hurry up—the duke wants to eat his dinner. Make your confession short. He’s eager to see your head.

HASTINGS

O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
100Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

HASTINGS

We spend more time seeking out the fleeting glories of this temporary world than looking to the permanent grace of God! Anyone who builds his hopes on air lives like a drunken sailor hanging on a mast, ready with every dizzy nod of his head to tumble to the bottom of the sea. The things we worry about, like good looks and possessions, aren’t lasting, and they don’t matter.

LOVELL

Come, come, dispatch. 'Tis bootless to exclaim.

LOVELL

Come, come, hurry up. It’s pointless to talk now.

HASTINGS

105O bloody Richard! Miserable England,
I prophesy the fearfull’st time to thee
That ever wretched age hath looked upon.—
Come, lead me to the block. Bear him my head.
They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.

HASTINGS

Oh bloody Richard! Miserable England, I foresee for you the most frightening time you have ever experienced.—Come, lead me to the block. Bring him my head. Those who smile at it will soon be dead themselves.
Exeunt
They all exit.