From “Now is the winter of our discontent…” to “…and descant on mine own deformity” is from Richard III. Then begins another soliloquy by Richard (Gloucester) taken from Henry VI, part 3: “Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb…” interspersing material from both of Shakespeare’s plays, Olivier ending with
I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it further off, I’d pluck it down.
Richard, we see, is one determined
senator Duke. Still, politics is brutally competitive, and things went badly for him. His body was lost for some time, and only recently found. He still has fans, and plans are being made for a tomb.