Identify ad count all the syllables in each line of the following speech
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.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them
Now is the winter of our discontent (9 syllables)
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; (11 syllables)
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house (10 syllables)
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. (13 syllables)
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; (12 syllables)
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; (10 syllables)
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, (14 syllables)
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. (12 syllables)
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; (15 syllables)
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds (10 syllables)
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, (12 syllables)
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber (12 syllables)
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. (9 syllables)
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, (14 syllables)
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; (12 syllables)
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty (14 syllables)
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; (11 syllables)
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, (13 syllables)
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, (12 syllables)
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time (11 syllables)
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, (14 syllables)
And that so lamely and unfashionable (9 syllables)
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them (10 syllables)