A psalm I mean to sing,
Forgiving all, and the king,
Of each kind of thing.
[Sing and Exeunt.
Enter Ambidexter weeping.
Ambidexter.
Ah, ah, ah, ah! I cannot choose but weep for the queen:
Nothing but mourning now at the court there is seen.
O, O, my heart, my heart; O, my bum will break:
Very grief so torments me that scarce I can speak.