Now had he worn ass's
ears 'bove visage scarred--how then? On Ida's mount he had been sighing
forlorn and lonely yet, methinks. For maids' hearts are ever governed by
their eyes--
SHE: Art so wise in maids' hearts, Joconde?
HE: Wise am I in this: No man may ever know the heart of a woman--and woman
herself but seldom.
Now here was silence again wherein Yolande, smiling, viewed him a dim shape
in the gloom, and he leaned back to watch a star that twinkled through the
leafy canopy above.
SHE: Thou art Duke Jocelyn's Fool at court?
HE: I am Duke Jocelyn's fool here and there and everywhere, lady.
SHE: Yet have I heard Duke Jocelyn was a mighty man-at-arms and, though
youthful, sober-minded, full of cares of state and kept no Fool at court.
HE: Lady, his court is filled o' fools as is the way of other courts and
amongst these many fools first cometh the Duke himself--
SHE: How, and darest thou call this mighty Duke a fool?
HE: Often, lady!
SHE: And what like is he?
HE: Very like a man, being endowed of arms, legs, eyes, ears--of each two,
no more and no less, as is the vulgar custom.
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