Ugrin (kneels down by Mark beside the chest).
Thy wife's not in her sweetest mood today,
Good cousin. Know'st thou why perhaps?
Dinas.
A truce
To thy dull jokes! Come, play the game. Sir Knave!
Iseult.
I'll take thy castle, Dinas! Heed thy game.
Ugrin (humming).
Oh once there was a mighty King,
Who had a lady fair.
This King did love his beauteous dame
As though his wife she were—
Iseult.
Thy castle falls—
(Softly.)
I hardly see the squares!
They sway and rock like billows on the sea.
Dinas.
Why weepest thou?
Iseult.
I am not happy, friend.
Paranis (softly).
Oh God!—There, see! Through yonder window's bars
There peers a man.
Dinas.
Where, boy?
Paranis.
There! There!