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ACT III IT
Scene I IT
Enter Queen [Katherine] and her Women, as at work
KATHERINE
Take thy lute, wench. My soul grows sad with troubles;
Sing, and disperse ’em if thou canst: leave working.
SONG
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
There had made a lasting spring.
Everything 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
Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Enter a Gentleman
KATHERINE
How now? [15]
GENTLEMAN
And’t please your grace, the two great Cardinals
Wait in the presence.
KATHERINE
