Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laf. Laf.
Laf. Goodfaith a‑crosse, but my good Lord 'tis thus,
Laf. Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie?
King. King.
King. No.
Laf. O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe?
Laf. Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and if
Laf. My royall foxe could reach them: I haue seen a medicine
Laf. That's able to breath life into a stone,
Laf. Quicken a rocke, and make you dance Canari
Laf. With sprightly fire and motion, whose simple touch
Laf. Is powerfull to arayse King Pippen, nay
Laf. To giue great Charlemaine a pen in's hand
Laf. And write to her a loue‑line.
King. What her is this?
Laf. Why doctor she: my Lord, there's one arriu'd,
Laf. If you will see her: now by my faith and honour,