Richard III (play)

by William Shakespeare

• 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)

External links

• The Tragedy of Richard the Third at Wikisource
• The Complete Works of William Shakespeare at Wikisource