Ugrin.
Well lined?
Mark (takes him by both ears).
I've set my heart
Upon it that Iseult shall laugh, so do
Thy best, my friend!
Ugrin (stands up).
With some well-chosen words,
Perhaps, I briefly might describe to her
The leper's throng! What say'st thou, cousin?
Dinas.
Fool!
Ugrin.
Or I might ask her what it's like when one's
Own husband, from unfeeling jealousy,
Ordains one to be burnt; or yet again
I might, with due solemnity, implore
Her to be kind—to love thee once again,
Good cousin! Surely she must laugh at that!
Dinas.
Peace, fool! Thou weariest me.
Ugrin.
If thou intend
To grow thy beard in this new way I'll turn
Thy barber! I shall serve thee better then
Than now as fool! What say'st to this?
Dinas.
Oh fool,
If only thou wast not a fool!
Ugrin (noticing Iseult at the head of the stairs). No fool
So great as thou thyself! Behold her now,
The woman whom thou gav'st away! Oh fie!
Fool cousin, art thou not ashamed?
(Sinks to his knees and calls out.)
The Queen
Approaches! Queen Iseult!