[ACT IV. Scene I.]
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