Enter TIME, the Chorus.

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