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Now is the winter of our discontent

NowHyperbaton is the winter of our discontentMetaphor
Made glorious summerMetaphor by this son of York,Paronomasia
And all the clouds that louredMetaphor upon our houseMetonymy
In the deep bosom of the ocean MetaphorburiedHyperbaton & Ellipsis.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to Alliterationmerry meetings,
Our Alliterationdreadful marches Ellipsisto delightful measures.Anaphora & Alliteration

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers Alliterationnimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.Personification

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking glass;
I, that am rudely stamped and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this Personificationbreathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them—
Why, I, in this weak Alliterationpiping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
AlliterationUnless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.Parallelism & Anaphora

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken Epistrophedays,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these Epistrophedays.Antithesis

Plots have I laidHyperbaton, inductions dangerousAnastrophe,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other;
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,Antithesis

This day should Clarence closely be mewed upHyperbaton
About a prophecy which says that “G”
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.Hyperbaton
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul.Apostrophe Here Clarence comes.Hyperbaton