Dinas (following him up the stairs).
I'll stay
With thee until the morning break if thou
Desire it so.
Ugrin (calling after them).
And cousins take good heed
Ye catch not cold!
[They leave the stage, the moon shines
through the grating, and the shadow of
the bars falls into the hall. The Strange
Jester crouches motionless. Ugrin turns
to him.]
SCENE VI
Ugrin.
Ay, so they are! "Whip, whip the fool!" We wrack
Our weary brains to make a jest and then,
In payment, we are whipped if they so feel
Inclined! They treat us more like dogs than men!
[He goes to the table where the food stands,
and takes a bite.]
Art hungry, brother? Wait, I'll bring my cloak.
For thou art cold.
[He draws a cloak from under the stairs.]
'Tis here, beneath the stairs,
I sleep.—A very kennel! 'Tis a shame.
[He eats again.]