[A silence.
L'ANGELY.
Once in the tomb, think you one e'er gets out?
THE KING (whose sadness has increased with the Fool's words).
We'll know that later. I wish I were there!
[Silence.
L'ANGELY.
I see it in your face so thin and worn,
And in your mourning—
THE KING.
Ah, why should I laugh?
Your tricks are lost on me! What use is life
To you? The fine profession! Jester to the King!
Bell out of tune, a jumping-jack to play with,
Whose half-cracked laugh is but a poor grimace!
What is there in the world for you, poor toy?
Why do you live?