Richard III

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, scene i

1

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York. (Act I, Scene i, lines 1–2)

2

I am determinèd 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[.] (Act I, Scene i, lines 30–35)

3

Go tread the path that thou shalt ne’er return Simple, plain Clarence. I do love thee so That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. (Act I, Scene i, lines 118–121)

4

For then I’ll marry Warwick’s youngest daughter. What though I killed her husband and her father? (Act I, Scene i, lines 154–155)