Enter the Queen and two Ladies.

Queen

 QUEEN. What sport shall we devise here in this garden To drive away the heavy thought of care? 

 LADY. Madam, we’ll play at bowls. 

 QUEEN. ’Twill make me think the world is full of rubs And that my fortune runs against the bias. 

 LADY. Madam, we’ll dance. 

 QUEEN. My legs can keep no measure in delight When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief. Therefore no dancing, girl; some other sport. 

 LADY. Madam, we’ll tell tales. 

 QUEEN. Of sorrow or of joy? 

 LADY. Of either, madam. 

 QUEEN. Of neither, girl. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy. For what I have I need not to repeat, And what I want it boots not to complain. 

 LADY. Madam, I’ll sing. 

 QUEEN. ’Tis well that thou hast cause; But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou weep. 

 LADY. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. 

 QUEEN. And I could sing, would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners. Let’s step into the shadow of these trees. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, They will talk of state, for everyone doth so Against a change; woe is forerun with woe. 

 [Queen and Ladies retire.]

Queen

Ladies

 Enter a Gardener and two Servants.

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