Str. Jester (without changing his attitude).
Would that I'd make her weep,
This Queen, instead of laugh!
[Soft and low laughter.]
Dinas.
How's that?
Str. Jester.
Because
I am a fool for sorrow, not for mirth!
[Laughter; the fool springs up.]
And none shall laugh when he beholds my face!
[Laughter; the fool seats himself again.]
Iseult (earnestly).
How strangely speaks the fool!
Dinas.
My friend, I think,
That some one cut thee from the gallows!
Str. Jester (stares at Iseult—slowly).
Mark,
How proud and cold a wife thou hast! Her name's
Iseult, I think. Am I not right?