Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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Enter Richard Duke of Glocester solus.
5And all the cloudes that lowrd vpon our house,
¶In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried.
¶Now are our browes bound with victorious wreathes,
¶Our bruised armes hung vp for monuments,
¶Our sterne alarmes changd to merry meetings,
10Our dreadfull marches to delightfull measures.
¶He capers nimbly in a Ladies chamber,
¶To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph:
20I that am curtaild of this faire proportion,
¶Into this breathing world scarce halfe made vp,
25That dogs barke at me as I halt by them:
¶Why I in this weake piping time of peace
¶And descant on mine owne deformity:
30And therefore since I cannot prooue a louer
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