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 York;
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"?
OPTIONS:
bad weather
misfortunes
a tragic loss
a storm
shadows