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.[1502]10
Queen. Of sorrow or of joy?[1502][1503]
Lady. Of either, madam.
Queen. Of neither, girl:[1504]
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
Or if of grief, being altogether had,[1505]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.[1506]
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.