Laf.
Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings.

King.
I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf.
Then here's a man stands, that hath bought his pardon.
I would, you had kneel'd, my Lord, to ask me mercy;
And that at my bidding you could so stand up.

King.
I would, I had; so I had broke thy pate,
And ask'd thee mercy for't.

Laf.
Goodfaith, across:—but, my good Lord, 'tis thus;
Will you be cur'd of your infirmity?

King.
No.

Laf.
O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
Yes, but you will, an if
My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine,
That's able to breathe life into a stone;
Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary
With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple touch
Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
And write to her a love-line.

King.
What her is this?

Laf.
Why, doctor-she: my Lord, there's one arriv'd,
If you will see her. Now, by my faith and honour,
If seriously I may convey my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one, that in her sex, ^{3 note}her years, profession,
Wisdom and constancy, hath amaz'd me more
Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her,
For that is her Demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me.

King.
Now, good Lafeu,
Bring in the admiration, that we with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine,
By wond'ring how thou took'st it.

Laf.
Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither. [Exit Lafeu.

King.
Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

Laf. [Returns.]
Nay, come your ways. [Bringing in Helena.

King.
This haste hath wings, indeed.

Laf.
Nay, come your ways,
This is his Majesty, say your mind to him;
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
His Majesty seldom fears; I'm Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well. [Exit.

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