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LAFEW
O, will you eat
No grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will [70]
My noble grapes, and 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 [75]

Is powerful to araise King Pippen, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in’s hand
And write to her a love-line.

KING
What ‘her’ is this?

LAFEW
Why, Doctor She! My lord, there’s one arrived,
If you will see her. Now by my faith and honour, [80]

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 amazed me more
Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see her, [85]
For that is her demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me.

KING
Now, good Lafew,

Bring in the admiration, that we with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
By wondering how thou tookest it.

LAFEW
Nay, I’ll fit you, [90]

And not be all day neither.