Ugrin (calling out to him).
Amen.
Dinas.
I've broken in upon your game
My friends, and chattered on. Forgive it me;
Resume your play and cups; drink on, I pray.
[He goes over to Ugrin. ]
Thy jokes are empty of all wit today,
Ugrin.
Ugrin.
My wit has fallen off, say'st thou?
Decay of time, believe me Mark; for wit
Is wine, and wine is poured into a cup
Of sparkling gold, and not into a crack'd
Old jug, and thou, illustrious cousin, art
Become a broken pot since noon today!/p>
[Hands him his jester's sceptre.]
Here, hit thyself! Behold the ring is gone!
My wit's too precious for a ringless cup.
At Easter tide I'll seek me out as lord
Some jovial soul who loves his wine; who plays
Wild pranks, and gives his wife away when he
Is tired of her!
Mark (sitting down on the stone bench).
Friend Ugrin, I warn
Thee, heed thy tongue!
Ugrin.
Ay, cousin! Ay, 'twere best
Since thou'st forsworn all quarreling!
Dinas.
I wish
That I might put thee on the rack and have
Thee whipped before I go to rest! Instead
I'll give thee two broad marks of gold if thou
Can'st move Iseult to laughter; and I'll give
Besides the gold a brand-new cloak to wear
In winter time!