King Edward was sick, and so was his kingdom. Family hated family, brother hated brother. And none hated more venomously than Richard, Duke of Gloucester - the world and his brother, the King.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York. But I that am deform'd, unfinish'd, have no delight to pass away the time, and therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, am determined to prove a villain...