Richard III (play)

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.. ~ Richard, as Duke of Gloucester (I.i)
So now prosperity begins to mellow,
And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d;
To watch the waning of mine enemies.
A dire induction am I witness to,
And will to France, hoping the consequence
Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. ~ Richard, as King (IV,iv)
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! ~ Richard, as King (V.iv)
God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. ~ Richmond (V.v)
Inter their bodies as becomes their births:
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
That in submission will return to us:
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose and the red:—
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long have frown'd upon their emnity! ~ Richmond (V.v)

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