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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, [15]
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. [20]

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.

Enter Gardener and two Servants.
But stay, here come the gardeners.
Let’s step into the shadow of these trees. [25]
My wretchedness unto a row of pins
They will talk of state; for everyone doth so
Against a change: woe is forerun with woe.

GARDENER

Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks
Which, like unruly children, make their sire [30]
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.
Give some supportance to the bending twigs -
Go thou, and like an executioner
Cut off the heads of too fast-growing sprays
That look too lofty in our commonwealth. [35]
All must be even in our government.
You thus employed, I will go root away
The noisome weeds which without profit suck