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Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
Gard’ner, for telling me these news of woe, [100]
Pray God the plants thou graft’st may never grow.
Exit [with Ladies.]
GARDENER
Poor Queen, so that thy state might be no worse
I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
Here did she fall a tear. Here in this place
I’ll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace. [105]
Rue even for ruth here shortly shall be seen
In the remembrance of a weeping Queen.
Exeunt.
