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

King.
I'll see thee to stand up.

Laf.
Then here's a man stands that hath brought 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, my noble grapes, and if
My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a med'cine
That's able to ^{b note}breathe life into a stone,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With sprightly fire and motion, whose simple touch
Is powerful to raise King Pippen, 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, 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 wondring how thou took'st it.

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

King.
Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

Laf.
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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