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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 the freshest things now reigning and make stale / The glistering of this present, as my tale / Now seems to it.