Audition piece: check

While a fitting image on which to close the sprawling angst and moral ambiguity that is Ch 10 has yet to be found, I find instead my audition piece for next year's Shakespeare Festival!

It took numerous bouts searching, pacing, reading, and debates with the stopwatch app over the past 8 months, but at last I've settled it. Richard III, I.1.

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
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,
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
In deadly hate the one against the other...