Str. Jester (calling through the grating).
Holla!
King Mark! Holla!
Dinas.
What's that!
Mark (rising).
Who storms outside
My door? Such noises in the night I will
Not brook! Who's there?
[Ugrin runs to the grating.]
Str. Jester.
A jester, King; a poor
And witless fool. Let me come in! I'll crack
New jokes to make thee laugh!—Let me come in.
Ugrin.
A fool!
Gimella.
How came he here?
Brangaene.
He startled me!
Iseult.
Indeed we weary of Ugrin's stale jests.
Str. Jester.
I'm a poor jester that would come to thee,
So let me in. King Mark.