Ugrin (going over to him).
Ho, ho! Are those thy jokes! I'll fall
A weeping straight, thou croaking raven!
Str. Jester (springing up).
Take
This fool away, or else I'll smite him dead!
[Ugrin jumps backward.]
Dinas.
Thou art a gloomy jester, boy!
Gimella.
His jests
Are all of some new fangled sort.
Dinas.
Speak, fool,
Whom hast thou served till now?
Str. Jester.
I've served King Mark
In far off Cornwall—.
[Laughter.]
And he had a wife,
And she was fair, with long and golden hair!
[Laughter.]