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[PDF / Epub] ✐ King Richard III ☃ William Shakespeare – Jan-eaton.co GLOUCESTER 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 wit[PDF / Epub] ✐ King Richard III ☃ William Shakespeare – Jan-eaton.co GLOUCESTER 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 wit GLOUCESTER 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 King Richard eBook ñ 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 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 wanton ambling nymGLOUCESTER 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 But I that am not shap'd for sportive tricks Nor made to co.

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