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.]
What can be their business
With me, a poor weak woman, fallen 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 the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius.
WOLSEY.
Peace to your Highness.
QUEEN KATHERINE.
Your Graces find me here part of housewife;
I would be all, against the worst may happen.
What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords?