Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing; 5
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers[444]
There had made a lasting spring.[445]
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea, 10
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart[446]
Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Enter a Gentleman.
Q. Kath. How now! 15
Gent. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals[447]
Wait in the presence.
Q. Kath. Would they speak with me?
Gent. They will'd me say so, madam.
Q. Kath. Pray their graces
To come near. [Exit Gent.] What can be their business[448]
With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour? 20
I do not like their coming. Now I think on't,[449]
They should be good men, their affairs as righteous:[450]
But all hoods make not monks.
Enter the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius.[451]
Wol. Peace to your highness!