Act 3 - Scene 1
London. QUEEN KATHARINE's apartments.
Enter QUEEN KATHARINE and her Women, as at work
Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles;
Sing, and disperse 'em, if thou canst: leave working.
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music
is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Enter a Gentleman
An't please your grace, the two great cardinals
Wait in the presence.
Would they speak with me?
They will'd me say so, madam.
Pray their graces
To come near.
What can be their business
With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour?
I do not like their coming.
Now I think on't,
They should be good men; their affairs as righteous:
But all hoods make not monks.
Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS
Peace to your highness!
Your graces find me here part of a housewife,
I would be all, against the worst may happen.
your pleasures with me, reverend lords?
May it please you noble madam, to withdraw
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause
of our coming.
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