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He goes to the door.
KING
Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
LAFEW
Nay, come your ways.
Enter Helena.
KING
This haste hath wings indeed.
LAFEW
Nay, come your ways.
This is his majesty: say your mind to him. [95]
A traitor you do look like, but such traitors
His majesty seldom fears. I am Cressid’s uncle
That dare leave two together. Fare you well.
Exit.
KING
Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
HELENA
Ay, my good lord. [100]
Gerard de Narbon was my father,
In what he did profess, well found.
KING
I knew him.
HELENA
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, [105]
Which, as the dearest issue of his practice,
