Tuesday, December 28, 2021

 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. Your patience this allowing,

I turn my glass and give my scene such growing

As you had slept between: Leontes leaving,

The effects of his fond jealousies so grieving

The 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 prophecy; but let Time’s news

Be known when ‘tis brought forth.

A shepherd’s daughter,

And what to her adheres, which follows after,

Is the argument of Time. Of this allow,

If ever you have spent time worse ere now;

If never, yet that Time himself doth say

He wishes earnestly you never may.

-Time, the Chorus

The Winter’s Tale                  Act IV, Prologue, Line 19

 

There, that’s the whole prologue to Act IV. Somehow it seemed shorter before I started typing it. The short version? Time is here to tell us that sixteen years have passed. Leontes has spent the time alone and grieving. His daughter (presumed dead by him) has grown up in Bohemia with a shepherd foster father. And finally, Florizel, the son of Polixenes, has also grown up.

So, the person speaking this prologue is Time. I like that. It automatically made me think of Jackson Browne’s song Time the Conqueror. So here, since you did such a good job reading the entire prologue, I’ll give you Jackson’s song. Then you can write a short essay on what you found to be the same or different between what the prologue has to say and what Jackson’s song says.



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