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]
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,
[And write] [to her a love-line].
King. What 'her' is this?