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richard iii (duke of 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 changed to merry meetings,
our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
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