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RICHARD: Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious summer by this sun of York; / And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house / In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. / Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths(coronas); / Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, / our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, / Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. / Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; / And now,--instead of mounting barbed steeds(horses) / To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,-- / He capers nimbly(agile) ina lady's chamber / To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. / But I,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, / Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; / I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty / To strut before a wantom ambling nymph; / I,that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, / Cheated of feature bydissembling nature, / Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time / Into this breathing world scarce half made up, / And that so lamely and unfashionable / That dogs bark at me as I hlt by them;-- / Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, / Have no delight to pass away the time, / Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, / And descant on mine own deformity: / And therefore, --since I cannot prove a lover, / To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- / I am determined to prove a villain, / And hate the idle pleasures of these days. / Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, / By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, / To set my brother Clarence and the king / In deadly hate the on against the other: / And, if King Edward be as true and just / As I am subtle, false and treacherous, / This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,-- / Abouta prophecy, which says that G / Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. / Dive, thoughts,down to my soul: --here Clarence comes.