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BOLINGBROKE
Yea, my good lord.
RICHARD
Then I must not say no.
Flourish. Exeunt.
Scene IV IT
Enter the Queen with two Ladies, her attendants.
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. [5]
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. [10]
QUEEN
Of sorrow or of joy?
LADY
Of either, madam.
