I will Not drink. GIMELLA. A brazen knave! BRANGAENE. Fie, fie! For shame! STR. JESTER. I'll not drink with a woman from one cup The self-same wine again. MARK. What hinders thee? STR. JESTER. Ask Queen Iseult. ISEULT (angrily and fearfully). Oh, Mark! He mocks me. Send The fool away! STR. JESTER (he throws himself on the ground before the dais and whispers low and tensely to ISEULT). "For they who drink thereof Together, so shall love with every sense Alive, yet senseless--with their every thought, Yet thoughtless, too, in life, in death, for aye-- Yet he, who having known the wond'rous bliss Of that intoxicating cup of love. Spits out the draught disloyally, shall be A homeless and a friendless worm,--a weed That grows beside the road"--So spake my love, And handed me a golden cup of wine And bade me drink,--But evil came thereof--. [During his speech ISEULT sits up in her chair, and bending backward, stares down at him in horror.] PARANIS. The Queen turns pale! BRANGAENE. Iseult! My God! Iseult! GANELUN. He conjures! 1ST BARON. 'Twas a magic spell! 2D KNIGHT. Lay hold Of him! He is a conjurer. [A few men start to seize the jester--he jumps upon the bench.] ISEULT (trembling with fright). Excuse-- My weakness--'tis--'tis but--let be--this fool's Strange jesting is most ghastly--it revolts my soul And--made me faint--. MARK. Thou knave! I'll have thee whipped! Tell me thy name--Who art thou? Speak! STR. JESTER. Come not Too near! MARK. I have a dungeon deep and strong, And I can have thee thrown to Husdent. He Will tear thee limb from limb, thou conjurer! Who art thou? UGRIN (in a friendly tone). Answer, friend, our Cousin Mark Speaks not in jest! MARK. Call in the guards! [A Knight tries to lay hold of the Strange Jester.] STR. JESTER. Let go! I'm but a wretched fool!--I have no name! What matters it to you? I've smirched my good And noble name--so now I have no name. I had one once that rang full true and high! I've twisted it about, and broken it! (In rising agitation.)