[Exit Lafew.]
KING.
Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Enter Lafew with Helena.
LAFEW.
Nay, come your ways.
KING.
This haste hath wings indeed.
LAFEW.
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,
That dare leave two together. Fare you well.
[Exit.]
KING.
Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
HELENA.
Ay, my good lord.
Gerard de Narbon was my father,
In what he did profess, well found.
KING.
I knew him.