Why laughst thou Dinas, friend?
[The laughter dies suddenly; the Barons
and Knights, who, with the exception of
those at the Queen's table, had formed a
circle around the Strange Jester, shrink
back.]
Dinas (startled).
My God! He knows
My name as well!
1st Baron.
'Tis passing strange!
2d Baron.
Thou!—Fool—!
Ganelun.
He's quick, and makes good use of what he hears!
Iseult.
His jests are impudent,—I wish that he
Would go away! He wearies me.
Dinas.
And yet
There's something in the knave that pleases me.
His madness lies still deeper than it seems—
Ugrin.
Ay, cousin, in his belly, for, methinks,
He has a stomachache!
Dinas.
Come, friend, tell us
A tale.