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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
— King Richard III, Act I Scene 1
KEYWORD: traitor
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Thy father was a traitor to the crown. |
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Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
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What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
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Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
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Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content:
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Away betimes, before his forces join,
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O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! |
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Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
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