[The] 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' the king's, [which] Florizel
I now name to you; and with speed so pace
To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
Equal with wondering: what of her ensues
I list not prophesy; but let Time's news
Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter,