Read this excerpt from act I, scene I, of Richard III: Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of Y
ork; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. What is the meaning of the phrase "the clouds that lour'd upon our house"? A. bad weather
