WOMAN
[sings song.]
Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing.
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Everything 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.
QUEEN KATHERINE.
How now?
GENTLEMAN.
An’t please your Grace, the two great Cardinals
Wait in the presence.
QUEEN KATHERINE.
Would they speak with me?
GENTLEMAN.
They willed me say so, madam.
QUEEN KATHERINE.
Pray their Graces
To come near.
[Exit Gentleman.]