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Vince Montgomery <[log in to unmask]>
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St. John's University Cerebral Palsy List
Date:
Wed, 21 Mar 2001 12:43:15 -0800
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Here it is Gang...

- Vince
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ACT I

SCENE I. London. A street.

     Enter GLOUCESTER, solus

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 smooth'd his wrinkled front;
     And now, instead of mounting barded 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 shaped 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 nymph;
     I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
     Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
     Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
     Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
     And that so lamely and unfashionable
     That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
     Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
     Have no delight to pass away the time,
     Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
     And descant on mine own deformity:
     And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
     To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
     I am determined to prove a villain
     And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
     Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
     By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
     To set my brother Clarence and the king
     In deadly hate the one against the other:
     And if King Edward be as true and just
     As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
     This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
     About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
     Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
     Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
     Clarence comes.
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