The Winter’s Tale
Act IV, Scene 1
Time
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I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror
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Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error,
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Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
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To use my wings. Impute it not a crime
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To me, or my swift passage, that I slide
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O’er sixteen years and leave the growth untried
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Of that wide gap, since it is in my pow’r
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To o’erthrow law, and in one self-born hour
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To plant and o’erwhelm custom. Let me pass
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The same I am, ere ancient’st order was,
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Or what is now receiv’d. I witness to
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The times that brought them in; so shall I do
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To th’ freshest things now reigning, and make stale
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The glistering of this present, as my tale
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Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,
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I turn my glass, and give my scene such growing
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As you had slept between. Leontes leaving—
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Th’ effects of his fond jealousies so grieving
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That he shuts up himself—imagine me,
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Gentle spectators, that I now may be
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In fair Bohemia, and remember well,
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I mentioned a son o’ th’ King’s, which Florizel
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I now name to you; and with speed so pace
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To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
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Equal with wond’ring. What of her ensues
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I list not prophesy; but let Time’s news
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Be known when ’tis brought forth. A shepherd’s daughter,
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And what to her adheres, which follows after,
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Is th’ argument of Time. Of this allow,
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If ever you have spent time worse ere now;
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If never, yet that Time himself doth say,
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He wishes earnestly you never may.
Byam Shaw, 1901
Enter Time, as Chorus
Edwin Austin Abbey, 1891