King. This haste hath wings indeed.
Laf. 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?
Hel. [Ay], my good lord.
[Gerard de Narbon] was my father;
[In] what he did profess, well found.