[♦] 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,
30 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
35 In deadly hate the one against the other: