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Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies
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The QUEEN and her Ladies exit.
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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:
110Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
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GARDENER Poor queen! I wish her curse would strike my skill if it would help her. Her tear fell right here. I’ll plant rue there, since it is a bitter and sad herb. If only out of pity, rue will soon grow here in remembrance of a weeping queen.
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Exeunt
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They exit.
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