_Laf._ O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine 70 That's able to breathe life into a stone, Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay, To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand, 75 And write to her a love-line. _King._ What 'her' is this? _Laf._ Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived, 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 80 With one that, in her sex, her years, profession, Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed 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, 85 Bring in the admiration; that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine By wondering how thou took'st it. _Laf._ Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. [_Exit._ _King._ Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. 90 _Re-enter_ LAFEU, _with_ HELENA. _Laf._ Nay, come your ways. _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 am Cressid's uncle, 95 That dare leave two together; fare you well. [_Exit._ _King._ Now, fair one, does your business follow us? _Hel._ Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was my father; In what he did profess, well found. _King._ I knew him. 100 _Hel._ The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, And of his old experience the only darling, 105 He bade me store up, as a triple eye, Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd With that malignant cause, wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, 110 I come to tender it and my appliance, With all bound humbleness.