(In rising agitation.)
I broke my name, and throwing up the bits
I caught them as they fell, and threw them up
Again; and so I played with my fair name
Until the fragments rang again and fell
At last back to my hand, deformed and changed,
To stick, and make a name that is no name—
So call me Tramtris.
Iseult.
—Tramtris—!
[Ugrin claps his hands and rolls laughing
on the ground.]
Dinas.
Fool, what ails
Thee now?
Ugrin.
The jester jesteth. Seest thou not?
Why, turn it 'round! Tramtris—Tristram!
He says
He was Lord Tristram! Ho! [Laughter.]
Ganelun.
That was the jest
That he so cunningly devised!
1st Baron.
This shaft
Of irony has struck the mark and hits
This day and thee, King Mark!
2d Knight.
A clever fool!
Mark (laughing softly).
I wish Lord Tristram saw the knave!