Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Time. To vse my wings: Impute it not a crime
Time. To me, or my swift passage, that I slide
Time. Ore sixteene yeeres, and leaue the growth vntride
Time. Of that wide gap, since it is in my power
Time. To orethrow Law, and in one selfe‑borne howre
Time. To plant, and ore‑whelme Custome. Let me passe
Time. The same I am, ere ancient’st Order was,
Time. Or what is now receiu’d. I witnesse to
Time. The times that brought them in, so shall I do
Time. To th’freshest things now reigning, and make stale
Time. The glistering of this present, as my Tale
Time. Now seemes to it: your patience this allowing,
Time. I turne my glasse, and giue my Scene such growing
Time. As you had slept betweene: Leontes leauing
Time. Th’effects of his fond iealousies, so greeuing
Time. That he shuts vp himselfe. Imagine me
Time. (Gentle Spectators) that I now may be
Time. In faire Bohemia, and remember well,
Time. I mentioned a sonne o’th’Kings, which Florizell
Time. I now name to you: and with speed so pace