Richard III

SCENE: England

King Richard the Third

ACT I.

SCENE I. London. A street

[Enter GLOSTER.]

GLOSTER

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 chang'd to merry meetings,

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;

And now,--instead of mounting barbed steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,--

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...