Chapter 11 ENTER TIME, AS CHORUS

I, that please some, try ail, both joy and terror

Of good and bad; that make and unfold 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.

Winter's Tale.

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