Str. Jester.
I wish to stay with thee.
[Laughter.]
2d Baron.
What cooked they in thy kitchen, Mark, tonight
That all the fools have smelt it out?
Str. Jester.
I saw
The fire glowing in thy hall; I saw
The light and so I came—I'm cold.
Ugrin.
Then wrap
Thyself more closely in thy cloak, thou fool!
Str. Jester.
I've given it away.
Brangaene (laughing).
It seems thou art
A tender hearted fool!
Gimella.
And yet it does
Not seem as though thou couldst give much away!
Mark (looking at the fool carefully).
Whence comest thou, Sir Fool!
Str. Jester.
I come from there—
From there outside, from nowhere else—
(Looking at Iseult and in a soft voice—
almost singing.)
And yet
My mother was Blanchefleur!