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Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent

Can you recite Gloucester's soliloquy at the beginning of Richard III?
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Now
is
the
winter
of
our
discontent
Made
glorious
summer
by
this
sun
of
York.
And
all
the
clouds
that
lour'd
upon
our
house
In
the
deep
bosom
of
the
ocean
buried.
Now
are
our
brows
bound
with
victorious
wreaths;
Our
bruised
arms
hung
up
for
monuments;
Our
stern
alarums
changed
to
merry
meetings.
Our
dreadful
marches
changed
to
delightful
measures.
Grim-visaged
war
hath
smooth'd
his
wrinkled
front;
And
now,
instead
of
mounting
barbed
steeds
To
fright
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the
souls
of
fearful
adversaries,
He
capers
nimbly
in
a
lady's
chamber
To
the
lascivious
pleasing
of
a
lute.
But
I,
that
am
not
shaped
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
wanton
ambling
nymph;
I,
that
am
curtail'd
of
this
fair
proportion,
Cheated
of
feature
by
dissembling
nature,
Deformed,
unfinished,
sent
before
my
time
Into
this
breathing
world,
scarce
half
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made
up,
And
that
so
lamely
and
unfashionable
That
dogs
bark
at
me
as
I
halt
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
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days.
Plots
have
I
laid,
inductions
dangerous,
By
drunken
prophesies,
libels
and
dreams,
To
set
my
brother
Clarence
and
the
king
In
deadly
hate
the
one
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,
About
a
prophesy,
which
says
that
'G'
Of
Edward's
heirs
the
murderer
shall
be.
Dive,
thoughts,
down
to
my
soul:
here
Clarence
comes.
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