Langley. The Duke of York’s garden.
Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies
What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
To drive away the heavy thought of care?
Madam, we’ll play at bowls.
’Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
5And that my fortune rubs against the bias.
My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
10Madam, we’ll tell tales.
Of sorrow or of joy?
Of neither, girl:
For of joy, being altogether wanting,
15It 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.
’Tis well that thou hast cause
But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.