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Protodrafts

Second draft §2, Autumn 1920, draft level 3

MS NLI.Quinn 17-27 Draft details


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Bellaº

(frowns) Here. This isn't a |3musical3| peepshow. And don't smash that pianola.

(She goes to the piano. Stephen takes a handful of money from his pocket and selecting a note with difficulty hands it to her)

Stephen

(with exaggerated politeness) |3I have made this silken purse out of the sow's ear of the public.3| Excuse me, if you allow me to (he indicates |3vaguely3| Lynch |3vaguely3| and Bloom) |3We are all in a row.3|

Lynch

|3(to Stephen)3| Give us your blessing.

Stephen

You have it.

Bella

Do you want three girls? That's thirty shillings.

Stephen

(|3delightedly polite,3| hands her two crowns) Excuse me, my sight is troubled. |3|xRipped my coat somewhere.x|3|

|3Bella gathers the money. Zoe and Kitty lean over the table |apatting shoulderbladesa|3|

|3Lynch rises and clasps Kitty3|

|3Florrie

(Strives to rise) Ow! My foot's asleep.3|

|3Bloom3|

(advances |3and talks with Bella3|)

Bella, Zoe and, Kitty, Bloom, Lynch

|3(chattering |asquabbling round the tablea|)3| The gentleman … ten shillings …. Paying for the three … Allow me a moment … This gentleman pays separate …. Who's touching it? … We can arrange that … Ten for you … Mind who you're pinching! … Are you staying the night? … Who did? … You're a liar, excuse me … The gentleman paid like a gentleman … Drink … it's after eleven.

Stephen

(turns, laughing) |3No bottles!3| A riddle.

Zoe

(hises her gown & |3turns back her stocking3| folds a half sovereign in the top of her stocking) |3Hardearned. On the flat of my back.3|

|3Lynch carries Kitty from room |a& bumps her at doora|3|

Stephen

|3The fox crew to the bells of heaven & The bells in heaven were striking eleven.3| 'tis time for this poor soul to go to heaven.

Bloom

(lays a half sovereign on the table and takes up the pound note |3& indicates Lynch & Stephen3|) Ten & ten. For him and I pay myself. Ten and ten (he passes the half sovereign to Zoe & the two crowns to Kitty) We're square, what?

Bella

(looking at him) You're |3that sly such a slyboots3|, old cockey, I could kiss you.

(Zoe claps her hands.

|3Zoe

He's as deep as a draw well.3|

Lynch bends Kitty back and kisses her. Bloom goes with the pound note to Stephen)

Bloom

This is yours.

Stephen

(draws the money again from his pocket) How is that? |3Le distrait or the absentminded beggar.3| Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

|3An object falls to the ground.

|aBloom Stephena|

(Stoops) |aSomething Thata| fell (He picks up matches)

|aBlooma|

|aYour matches. This.a|

Stephen

Lucifer. Thanks.3|

Bloom

(quietly) |3Why pay more?3| You had better hand that cash to me to take care of.

Stephen

(hands it.) Be just before you are generous.

Bloom

|3I will, but is it wise.3| (Counting) One. seven. eleven. and five., six., eleven. |3I don't answer for what you may have lost.3|

Stephen

Why |3striking3| eleven? |3Thirsty fox3| The proparoxyton antepenultimate. Lessing says, the instant before |3it the next3| is. (he laughs loudly) The fox burying his mother. Probably he killed her.

Bloom

(to Stephen) That is one pound six and eleven. 1/7, say.

Stephen

blank

Bloom

No, but …
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Stephenº

|3(Comes to the table)3| Cigarette, please. (he laughs) And so Georgina Johnson's gone. |3Dead and married.3|

|3|aZoe Florriea|

It was a commercial traveller married her, named Lambe from London |a& took her away from Dublin with hima|.

|aZoe Stephena|

Lamb of London who takest away the sins of the world.

Lynch

(Chants deeply) Dona nobis pacem.3|

(Lynch tosses a cigarette on the table and matches. Stephen |3takes strikes3| a match |3and proceeds to light his cigarette3|)

|3Bloom Lynch3|

(observing him) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

Stephen

(brings the match near his eye) |3|aMust get glasses. I broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago.a| Lynxeye.3| Distance. The eye sees all flat. (he brings the match away. It goes out) The Brain thinks near: far. Ineluctable modality of the visible. (the cigarette slips through his fingers)

Bloom

(picks it up) Don't smoke. You ought to eat. Cursed dog I met. (to Zoe) You have nothing?

Zoe

Is he hungry

Stephen

(|3points to her extends his hand to her3| smiling & chants to the air of the bloodoath in The Dusk of the Gods)
Hangende Hungerº
Fragende Frau

Macht uns alle kaputt.

|3|x(He makes an abrupt gesture and strikes his hand)x|3|

Zoeº

Hamlet! I am thy father's gimlet. Blue eyes beauty (she takes his hand). Florrie rises and comes to the table. All peer over, Lynch encircling Kitty's waist. Zoe points to his forehead) No wit, no wrinkles (she counts) Two three. Mars. That's for courage (Stephen shakes his head) No kid.

Lynch

(sings) The youth who could not shiver and shake. Sheet lightning courage. Who taught you palmistry

Zoe

(turning) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. (to Stephen) I see it in your face. |3Like that.3| That look. The eye. Like that.

|3Lynch

(slapping her behind |atwicea|) Like that. Pandybat.3|

(She frowns sternly. |3Loudly3| A pandybat cracks |3loudly3| twice. The top of the pianola flies open. The bald little round fluffy Jack in the box head of Father Dolan springs up)

Father Dolan

|3Any boy want flogging3| Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eyes.

Stephen

(looks at his hand, nods) |3The haddock bears |ahis God'sa| criminal thumbmark.3| I never could decipher |3God's His3| handwriting. Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress.

Zoe

What day were you born?

Stephen

Thursday

Zoe

Thursday's child has far to go. (tracing lines on his hand) |3Woman's hand.3| Line of Fate. Influential friends. Mount of the moon. Imagination. You'll meet with a …. (she peers at his hand: brusquely) I won't tell you what. Or do you want to know? |3What's not good for you3|

Bloom

(detaches her fingers and offers his hand) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.

Zoe

(takes his hand) Knobby knuckles for the women. Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.

Bloom

Wrong.

Zoe

O, I see. Little finger short henpecked husband. That wrong?

(Black Liz, a huge |3cock hen3| roosting in a chalked circle, rises, stretching her wings and clucks)

Black Liz

Gara. Klook Klook Klook.

(She rises from her egg and waddles off)

Bloom

(pointing to his hand) That ridge isº an accident. I fell and cut it |3sixteen 223| years ago. When I was twentytwo.

Zoe

I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.

Stephen

|3Sixteen. Twenty two. Moves to one great goal.3| (delighted) See. Moves to one great goal. I am twentytwo. Sixteen years ago he was twentytwo. |3Sixteen years ago3| I fell |3out of in3| the unread |3sixteen years ago3|. Twenty two years ago he fell
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outº off his |3horse hobbyhorse3|. Moves to one great goal. (he winces) Hurt my hand somewhere

(Zoe whispers to Kitty. They giggle|3. Bloom releases his hand and writes idly |ain backhanda| on the table with finial curves slowly3|)

Florrie

What?

|3(A hackney car number blank |aa gallantbuttocked marea| driven by James Barton, Harmony avenue, Donnybrook The Ormond boots Blazes Boylan & Lenehan sprawl swaying on the sideseats. The Ormond Boots crouches behind. Sadly over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.

The Boots

(jogging, mocks them with thumb and blank fingers) Haw. Have you the? Haw haw have you the horn?

(they whisper bronze by gold)3|

(Blazes Boylan, a flashing straw hat set sideways, a red flower in his mouth, leans on mantelpiece. Lenehan, in yachting cap and white shoes, officiously detaches a long hair from his shoulder)

Lenihan

Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?

Boylan

(smiles, sated) Plucking a turkey?

Lenihan

A good night's work.

Boylan

(|3holding up four |a|bbluntungulated thickungulatedb|a| fingers,3| winks) Up to sample. or your money back.

Zoe and Kitty

(laughing together) Ha ha ha ha

Florrie

Hee hee |3hee.3| |3(she whispers to Bella) Hee hee hee3|

Bella

Ho ho ho ho

Lynch

(points to the mirror) Hu hu hu

(Theº face of William Shakespeare appears in the mirror, the features rigid in facial paralysis, the reflection of the |3reindeer3| antlered hatrack crowning it)

Shakespeare

(in dignified ventriloquy) 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. |3(to Bloom) You thought you were invisible. Gaze.3|

Bloom

(smiles) Well. When |3you tell me, I know will I hear the joke3|.

Zoe

When Before you're twice married and once a widower.

|3|xBloom

Even the great Napoleon. Measurements taken next the skin.x|3|

(The widow Dignam, |3her snubnose red3| her face flushed with talk, tunread tears and Tunny's tawny sherry, hurries |3past by3| in her weeds, her bonnet awry. Beneath her skirt appear her |3late3| husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. She holds |3insurance policy3| a large marquee umbrella under which her brood |3is huddled3|, Susie, Patsy, his collar loose, |3hopping on one shod foot3| Freddy, snivelling, Susy, with a crying cod's mouth, Alice unread |3tottering3| struggling with the baby. They She cuffs them on) her streamers flaunting aloft)

Freddy

Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

Susie

Ma ma, the beeftea is fizzing over.

Shakespeare

None wed the second but who kill the first.

(Martin Cunningham's feature replace the features of Shakespeare. |3Mrs Dignam, swaying her umbrella The umbrella sways3| drunkenly, the children run aside. Mrs Cunningham in merry widow hat and kimono gown glides sidling and bowing), twirling japanesily)

Mrs Cunningham

(flatly) And they call me the jewel of Asia

Martinº Cunningham

(gazes on her impassive) Immense! A most bloody awful |3bitch |acharacter demirepa|3|!

Stephenº

What matter the horns. Queens |3lay3| with prize bulls

Lynch

(restrains her) Let him alone. He's back from Paris.

|3Zoe

Can you |aparlez parleyvooa| français?

Stephen

(claps hat on head and leaps to the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, |afinny finshapeda| hands outspread, a painted smile on his face)

Lynch

(drums) Drrrrrrrrrmm.3|

Stephen

(sinks his head and rises his hands |3with marionette movements |agabblinga|3|) Thousand places of entertainment |3to expenses yr evgs3|, with |3lovely3| ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart, beer chops |3perfect fashionable house3| very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan |3and winking there3|, parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreign. The same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on thing's love and sensations voluptuous. Misters very select for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show |3with mortuary and, candles and silver tears3| which occur every night. missing Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. |3All womans squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nice miss3| Ho là là. Ce pif qu'il a! |3(Head back he laughs loudly, clapping himself)3| Great success of laughing. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds
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veryº amiable costumed. Or do you areº fond better what belongs the modern's pleasure |3omelette on the belly3|? Caoutchouc |3statue3| womans reversible |3make concave convex3| besides very lifesize Tompeeptom of |3female virgins3| nudities |3very lesbic they kiss five six3|. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes — all that machine there also if desire act awfully bestial. I love you, sir darling. Speak you englishman tongue? |3Double entente cordiale3| O yes, mon loup. How much cost! Waterloo. Watercloset! |3(he halts and upholds a forefinger) Mark me. I dreamt of a |awatera| |aWater Malonea| melon. & a carpet red.3|

Zoeº

(claps her hands) Music! Dance! Meet and love a foreign lady and go abroad.

Bloom

|3Foreign?3| Across the world for a wife?

Zoe

Dreams goes by contraries.

Stephen

(extends his arms) No, |3It was here |xin Mecklenburgh streetx|. Street of harlot. |aIn Serpentine Avenue Beelzebub showed me her — a fubsy widow.a|3| I flew. My foes beneath me. Now and world without end, Amen (he cries) Pater! free!º

Lynch

(plucks his sleeve) Go easy!

Stephen

(excitedly) Break my spirit, will he? |3|xO, merde alors! (he cries, his vulture talons sharpened)x|3| Holà! Hillyho! Ho, boy!

Sim

(Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer)º

Simon

|3(somewhat sleepy but ready)3| |3That's all right3| Ho, boy! |3How can you stable with those halfcaste coons.3| |3Are you going to3| Win! Keep |3the our3| flag flying |3Haihoop!3|

(|3The fronds and spaces of the wallpaper file past rapidly cross country. The fox, brush pointed, bounds runs swift through under the leaves.3| Theº crowd of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen, crows and welshers, touts and bookies in high Welsh wizard hats bawl |3hoarse3| deafeningly)

The Crowd

Card of the races! Racing card!
Ten to one the field!
Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay!
Two to one bar one! Two to one bar one!
Try your luck on spinning Jenny!
Two one bar one!
Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!
I'll give ten to one!
Ten to one bar one!

(A dark horse, unridden, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane foaming, his eyeballs stars. The field follows, a bunch of bucking mounts, skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum II, Zinfandel, Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse dwarfs in rusty armour leaping in their, in their saddles. Last in a drizzle of rain on a broken winded nag, honey cap, red jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy in the saddle, sprawls, gripping his mount's mane, a hockeystick at the ready. |3on spavined whitegaitered feet along the rocky road3|)

The Crowd

(jeering) Get down and push, mister. |3Last lap!3| You'll be home the night!

Garrett Deasy

(sits bolt upright, brandishing his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier) Per vias rectas!

(A yoke of buckets empties violently all over him |3& his rearing steed3| mutton broth with dancing coins of |3dishes souflés3| of carrots, onions, turnips, potatoes)

The Crowd

Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!º

|3|xSD

Our old friend noise in the street.x|3|

Zoe

(claps her hands) Music! Music! A dance! |3(she runs to the pianola)3|

Bloom

Who'll play? |3O, it's automatic.3|

(Professor |3Goodwin Goodwin's farewell appearance |aperiwigged & bowknota| |xin court wigx|3|, on |3shaky bones3| tottering totters across the room, in stained Inverness cape, bent in two, his grey hair and hands fluttering. He sits at on the pianostool. Zoe drops |3a 23| coin in the slot. White, Gold, pink, violet lights start forth. The drums turn. Professor Goodwin |3with damsel's grace3| lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard)

Zoe

Dance! Dance!

(Professorº Maghinni between the curtains inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins his silk hat. With a deft kick he sends it sideways to his crown and, sidewise hatted, enters. He wears a slate caftan frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar, with white kerchief, lil tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. In his buttonhole he has an immense dahlia. |3He twirls a clouded cane |ain two directionsa| then wedges it in his oxter.3| He places a hand lightly on his breastbone & bows

Maghinni

|3(fondling his aster and his buttons)3| The poetry of motion, the art of calisthenics. No connection withº
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Madameº Legget Byrne's or Levinstone's. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So! Watch me! My Terpsichorean abilities. (he minuets forward |33 paces3| on tripping bee's feet and claps noiseless gloved hands) Tout le monde en avant! Reverence! Tout le monde en place!

(Professor Goodwin, beating ineffectual arms, shrivels, sinks, his |3Inverness live3| cape falling about the stool. unread music sounds with varying white, gold, rosy, violet light. From a corner, from the south, the morning hours run out goldhaired, slimsandalled, |3girlish, wasp waisted, innocent |aof with lockeda| hand,3| in robes of blue, agile with skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold |3laughing. Laughing, linked,3| high haircombs flashing, they catch the dancing sun in metal mirrors, lifting their arms)

|3|xStephen's foot beats ground in tripudiumx|3|

Maghinni

(clipclaps glovesilent hands) Carré! Avant deux! Balancé! Breathe evenly!

(The morning and noonday hours waltz in their places, turning, advance to each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms |3hands on their shoulders3|)

|3The3| Hours

You may touch my

|3The3| Cavaliers

May I touch your?

|3The3| Hours

O, but lightly!

|3The3| Cavaliers

Very lightly.

(The twilight hours advance, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom) They are in grey gauze with darker(xx) bat sleeves |3that flutter in the landbreeze3|.

Maghinni

Avant huit! Traversé. Salut! Cours de mains! Croisé.

(The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. |3The morning, noon and evening hours retreat before them.3| Black with daggered hair, masked. Each has a bracelet of dull bells. Fatiguedº they curchycurchy under veils)

The Bells

Heigho! Heigho!

Maghinni

Les Tiroirs! Chaine de dames! La corbeille! Dos à dos!

(arabesquing, they weave a pattern on the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling)

Maghinni

Boulangère! Les Ronds! Les Ponts! |3Chevaux de bois3| Escargots!

(Twining, receding, with interchanging hands, they link each each with arching arms in a mosaic of movement.

Maghinni

Dansez avec vos dames! Changez de dames! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Remerciez!

(Theyº leap forward. Veils fall, O flowers! Bells with bells with bells.) Stephen |3|xhis mouth shutx|3| whirls giddily. Stops. The room whirls back. Eyes closed, he totters. Red rails fly spaceward. Stars all around suns turn about, bright midges dancing on the walls. A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle. Groan grousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room rightroundabout the room. Baraabum!

The Pianola

My girl's a Yorkshire girl
Yorkshire through and through!

(With clang, tinkle, boomhammer, tallyho hornblowers blue, bl green, yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorseriders from gilded snakes dangled)

Theº Pianola

|3Gum, she's a chamption Though she's a factory lass3|
And wears no fancy clothes

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot clambering by.) Baraabum! Bis!

|3|xThink of your mother's people!

xStephen

Dance of deathx|3|

(Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, nags, steers, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching, stamp hornpipe through and through. Baraabum! On nags, hogs, bellhorses, Gadarene swine. Corny in coffin steel shark |3stone3| onehandled Nelson, two trickies |3Frauenzimmer3|, plumstained, from pramfalling, bawling, gum he's a champion. Fuseblue peer from barrel rev. evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snow cake, no fancy clothes. Then in last |3switchback3| lumbering up and down bump mashtub sort of
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viceroyº and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose. Baraabum! |3Leap forward. Veils fall! O flowers, bells with bells. Swirling giddily. Stops. Room whirls back. Eyes closed he totters. Red rails fly spacewards. Stars all around suns turns about bright midges dancing on walls.3|

Stephen'sº mother |3emaciated,3| rises stark through the floor. She is in |3leper's3| grey, her face worn and green with gravemould. Her hair is scant and straight. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen). Buck Mulligan in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow, clown's cap with curling bell, stands gaping at her, a smoking scone in his hand.

|3The choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly

The Choir

Liliata rutilantium
Virginium jubilantium
3|

Buck Mulligan

(his eyes on the scone) The pity of it! (he upturns his eyes) Mulligan meets the afflicted mother.

Stephen's Mother

I was once the beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.

Stephen

(horrorstricken) Lemur! |3Who are you?3| No! What bogeyman's trick is this?

Buckº Mulligan

Kinch killed her. |3The mockery of it.3| |3She kicked the bucket.3| (tears of molten butter fall from his eyes |3on to the scone3|) |3Our great sweet mother! Epi oinopa ponton!3|

Stephen's Mother

More women than men in the world. All must go through it, Stephen. You too. Time will come.

Stephen

(choking with fright and remorse) They say I killed you, mother, I. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny. Chance. |3He offended your memory.3|

Stephen's Mother

(a green rill of trickling from a side of her mouth) And you sang that music to me. Love's bitter mystery

Stephen

|3(eagerly)3| Tell me the word, mother, if you know |3now3|. The word known to all men.

Stephen's Mother

Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey |3with Paddy Lee3|? Who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls and forty days indulgence. Repent, Stephen.

Stephen

(bitterly) |3The corpsechewer. Ghoul!3|

Stephen's Mother

I pray for you in my other world. |3|xGet Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your |astudies brainworka|.x|3| Years and years I loved you when you lay in my womb.

Stephen

The corpsechewer! Raw head and bloody bones

Stephen's Mother

(with smouldering eyes |3her face drawing near and nearer) sending out an ashen breath) her blackened withering arm uplifted3|) Beware! (she raises her |3right hand blackened withered right arm3| slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger) Beware God's hand!

(Aº green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart)

Stephen

(Voiceless with rage) Shite for Him!

Stephen's Mother

(wrings her hands slowly, moaning desperately) O, Sacred Heart of Jesus have mercy on him! Save him |3from Hell, O divine3|, Sacred Heart! Have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake. Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love grief and agony of Mount Calvary.

Stephen

|3|aBreak my spirit, you and he, no, nor your will you?a| Ah non, par exemple. The intellectual imagination3| Nothung!

(He seizes his ashplant and raising it high in both hands smashes the chandelier. Darkness. Time's livid final flame leaps and |3in the following3| darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry. A stampede follows)

Lynch

(seizes Stephen's hand) Here. Hold on. Don't run amok!

(abandoning his ashplant |3With head thrown and arms stark behind him3|) he rushes from the |3floor room3|. |3Bella screams.3|

Kitty

After him!

(Lynch and Kitty rush out. Bloom follows, Zoe at his heels.

|3|xHe tore his coat

Lynch Kitty Zoe and Bloom talk excitedly with the whores at the thresholdx|3|

Bella

(angrily) Who pays for the lamp? (she seizes |3Bloom Bloom's coattail3|) Here, you were withº him? The lamp's broken.

Zoe

(pointing) There. There's something up.

|3|xThe Whores

(pointing) Down there!

(Kitty and Lynch run outx|3|

Bloom

(impatiently) What lamp, woman (to Zoe) Wait (He hurries back to the room
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Bellaº

(points) Have to pay for that. Fifteen shillings. You're a witness.

Bloom

(snatches up Stephen's ashplant) Fifteen shillings! Me! Haven't you taken enough off him? Didn't he ….?

Bella

(loudly |3her eyes hard with anger & cupidity3|) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn't a brothel. |310/- house.3|

Bloom

(his head under the lamp, pulls the chain. The gas lights up, puling, a crushed mauve purple shade) Only the chimney's broken. (he raises the ashplant) Like this! Here is what he ….

Bella

(screams |3& shrinks back |awarding off a blowa|3|) Jesus! Don't

Bloom

To show you how he hit the paper. |3(he lowers the stick)3| There's not sixpenceworth of damage. done. Fifteen shillings!

Bella

Do you want me to call the police

Bloom

(Styx)

|3|xNephew of / the vicechancellor / Masonic sign / grand master / gent. pay rent / patrons of yr establishment / Mrs Cohen's son / LB threatensx|3|

|3|xBella

|aI unread their room for their company,a| Coming down here ragging after the boatrace.x|3|

Zoe

(in the doorway, excitedly) There's something up.

Bloom

What? (he throws a shilling on the table |3& starts3|) That's for the chimney (Zoe follows) Where? (He hurries through the hall. The whores point. An outside car coming down the street, halts at the door. |3|aThe Corny Kelleher and twoa| men alight3| Bella, following through the hall with Florrie, whispers to Zoe at the door. The whores and Zoe blow kisses. Waiting. Bloom rushes |3out sees the car, draws his cailiph's hood |a& ponchoa| Haroun al Raschid. With fleet step of a pard he —3| down the street, his face sideways, the ashplant marking his stride). He reaches the corner of Beaver street. A noisy cro knot stands at the corner, Private Carr, Private Compton, Cissy Caffrey and roughs)

Stephenº

(with elaborate gestures,) Well, you are my uninvited guests in virtue of the fifth of George or the seventh ofº Edward. It seems history to blame, fabled by the daughters of memory.

Private Carr

(to Cissy Caffrey) Was he insulting you?

Stephen

Insult? I addressed her as in the vocative feminine whereas she is probably neuter ungenitive.

Cissy Caffrey

(to the crowd) I was with the soldier here and he left me to do, you know, and the young man comes up behind me saying —- |3No, I says. |afaithfula| Though I'm only a |ashillinga| whore (moral)3|

Stephen

(catches sight of Lynch) points to himself and the others) Hail, Sisyphus! The poetic and the uropoetic.

Cissy Caffrey

Yes, to go with him. And me with a soldier friend.

Stephen Private Compton

He doesn't half want a thick ear |3the blighter3|. Biff him one, Harry.

Lord Tennyson

(gentleman poet, in Union Jack blazer and |3cricket3| flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded) There's not to reason why. |3(he shakes the hands of both privates) Kind hearts and more than coronets.3|

Stephen

(to private Compton) You are quite right, I don't know your name. I mean the uniform is right can't be wrong. For then no-one is guilty and as Doctor Swift says, one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. |3|xWrite it. You have access to pen ink & paper.x|3|

Cissy Caffrey

(to the crowd, questioning him) No, I was with the soldier.

Stephen

(laughs) |3The Your3| bold soldier boy.

Private Carr

(his cap awry, lurches up to Stephen |3his crocodile jaw protruded3|) Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

Stephen

(looks up to the sky) How? Unpleasant, I suppose. I never learnt the noble art of self pretence. Personally, Iº detest action. (he waves his hand) |3Hand hurts me slightly3| Enfin, ce sont vos oignons?
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(toº Cissy Caffrey) What exactly is the trouble or who precisely is he? I'm somewhat le distrait or the absentminded beggar. |3My weakness.3|

Dolly Gray

(from her balcony waves her handkerchief) Cook's son, goodbye. Safe home to Dolly. Dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you.

(The soldiers turn their swimming eyes)

Bloom

(elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen's sleeve |3vigorously3|) Come |3now, professor,3| that carman is waiting.

Stephen

(turning) Eh? (disengaging himself) Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this orange? (he points his finger) I'm not afraid of what I can talk to. Retaining the perpendicular … (he staggers a pace back)

Bloom

(propping him) Retain your own.

Stephen

(laughs emptily) Quite right. My centre of gravity is displaced. I have forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle is the law of life but human beings, notably the Czar and the King of England, have invented arbitration.

|3|aA Whore Biddy Herringsa|

Did you hear that. |aWhat the professor said. He's a professor.a| Such refinement of repartee.

|aA Whore Cunty Katea|

I did. I heard that. And at the same time remarkably trenchant.

|aA Whore blanka|

He expresses himself with such refinement of phrase.

A Whore

Yes. And at the same time so trenchantly.3|

Private Carr

(pulls himself free and comes forward) What's that you say about my king.

(In the archway king Edward the Seventh appears, levitated, robed as a master mason with trowel and apron |3|x|amarked Made in Germanya| a plasterer's bucket in his left handx|3| |3and jersey on which the image of the Sacred Heart is stitched3| |3sucking3| a red jujube |3in his mouth3|).

Edward the Seventh

(slowly, solemnly |3and but3| indistinctly) Peace,º perfect peace. |3For identification. Bucket in my hand.3| (to the soldiers, with a wink |3lifting his bucket3|) Cheerio, boys |3We have come to see a straight fight and we wish both men the best of luck. (he shakes hands with private Carr, private Compton, Stephen, Lynch and Bloom |aGeneral applause. He lifts up his bucket in acknowledgmenta|)3|

Stephen

(nervous, friendly, pulling himself up) I understand though I have no king. It is the age of patent medicines.

Edward the Seventh

(in the garb, halo of joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescent face)
My methods are new and are causing surprise
To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.

Private Compton

Eh, |3Harry,3| Stick one into Jerry. Give him a kick in the knackers.

Bloom

(to the privates, softly) He doesn't know what he's saying. Taken |3a little3| more than is good for him. |3Upset his mental balance. Absinthe, that greeneyed monster.3| I know him. He's a student, a gentleman, a poet.

|3Stephen

And judge of malt.3|

Private Carr

I don't give a bugger who he is.

Private Compton

We don't give a bugger who he is.

Stephen

I |3really3| seem to annoy him. Green rag to a bull.

(Kevin Egan of Paris, in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-dayboy's hat stands & signs to Stephen)

Kevin Egan

Hlò, bonjour! (he laughs vacantly) The vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes.

|3Patrice Egan peeps from behind him, his rabbitface nibbling a leaf

Patrice

Socialiste.3|

Bloom

Come home. You don't know. |3They'll get you intoº trouble.3|

Stephen

(swaying) Allow me.

Private Carr

Here, what are you saying about my king?

Stephen

Nothing till he wants my money and my life. Want must be his master. I gave it somebody just …

Private Compton

Who wants your bleeding money?

Stephen

(tries to move off) Will someone inform me in what part of the world I am least likely to meet |3these people these necessary evils3|. Ça se voit à Paris aussi. Not that I have any objection |3 … but, by Saint Patrick3|

|3(The heads of the women coalesce.3|

(Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf witch hat, a milkcan on her arm, appears seated on a toadstool)

|3|aStephena|

I know you. Hamlet, revenge. Sow that eats her farrow.

E VII

blank?3|

Old Gummy Granny

(rocking to and fro, mumbles) Ireland's sweetheart, alanna. The strangers in my house |3(She wails with banshee woe)º Ochone!3|

|3|xStephen

The hat trick! Where's the third person of the trinity? Soggarth Aroon!x|3|

Private Carr

(tugs at his belt violently) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king.º
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Bloomº

(terrified) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.

Private Compton

Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He's |3Irish an Irish pro-boer3|.

Stephen

Did I?

Bloom

We fought for you in South Africa. The Irish missile troops. |3Isn't that history?3| Royal Dublin Fusiliers.

(Major Tweedy, |3largemoustached turkmoustached3|, in |3bearskin cap & hackle plume |awith epaulettes, gilt chevrons & sabretaches,a|3| full dress, his breast bright with good conduct badges, growls gruffly) Rorke's Drift. Up guards and at them! |3Casqued Halberdiers in armour thrust forward gutted spearpoints3|

Private Carr

I'll do him in.

Private Compton

(moves the crowd back) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of |3him the bugger3|.

Private Carr

(loosening his belt, shouts) I'll wring the bleeding neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

|3Bloom

Speak, you. Are you |astrucka| dumb?3|

Cissy Caffrey

(in alarm, seizes his arm) Amn't I with you? Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl (she cries) Police!

|3Stephen

The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old Ireland's windingsheet.
3|

Privateº Carr

(with ferocious articulation) I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'llº wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe.

Bloom

(to Lynch) Can't you get him away?

Lynch

He likes dialectic. (to Kitty) Come

(They go away) Car?

|3Stephen

(points) Exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit.3|

Bloom

(to Stephen) Come along with me now before worse …

Cissy Caffrey

(pulling Private Carr) Come on|3., will you?3| He insulted me but I forgive him. (shouting in his ear) I forgive him for insulting me.

|3Bloom

(over Stephen's shoulder) Yes, go. You see he's incapable3|

Private Carr

(breaks loose). I'll insult him.

(He rushes towards Stephen, wit fist outstretched, and strikes him in the face. Stephen |3falls totters, |aquietlya| collapses3|, his hat rolling to the wall |3Bloom follows & picks it up3|

|3Major Tweedy

(loudly) Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!3|

The Crowd

Let him up! Don't strike him when he's down! Air! Who? The soldier hit him. Who is he? He's a student. Is he hurted? |3Don't manhandle him3| He's fainted.

|3|aA Whore The |bProcuress Hagb|a|

What call had the |asoldier redcoata| to strike him? And the gentleman under the influence. Up the Boers and De Wet

A Shawled Aged Whore

The Procuress

Listen to who's talking! Redcoats! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl.3|

Bloom

(shoves them back loudly) Get back, stand back

Private Compton

(tugging his comrade) Here, bugger off, Harry. Here's the cops.

(Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group)º

First Watch

What's wrong here?

Private Compton

We were with this lady. And he insults us. And assaulted my chum.

Cissy Caffrey

(with expectation) Is he |3dead bleeding3|?

A Man

(rises from his knees) |3No.3| Gone off. He'll come to all right.

Bloom

(glances sharply at the man) Leave him to me, please (to the watch) I can explain this matter

Second Watch

Who are you? Do you know him?

Private Carr

(lurches towards the watch) He insulted my lady friend.

Bloom

You hit him without provocation. I'm a witness. Constable, take his regimental number.
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Second Watchº

I don't want none of your instructions.

Private Compton

(pulling) Here, shove along or Bennett'll shove you in the lock up.

Private Carr

(staggering as he is pulled away) God fuck old Bennett! He's a whitearsed bugger! I don't give a shit for him!

First Watch

(takes out his notebook) What's his name.

Bloom

(peering over the crowd) I just see a car there. If you give me a hand a second ….

First Watch

Name and address

(Corny Kelleher |3(weepers round his hat)3| appears in the ring of bystanders)

Bloom

(quickly) O, the very man (he whispers) Simon Dedalus' son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.

Second Watch

Night, Mr Kelleher.

|3(Corny Kelleher speaks3|

|3Corny Kelleher

(speaksº3| to the watch.
That's all right. I know him. Won a bit on the races. |3Gold cup.3| (he laughs)

First Watch

(turning to the crowd) Here, what are you all gaping at? Move on out of that.

(The crowd disperses slowly |3down the lane3|, muttering)

Corny Kelleher

That's all right, sergeant. You leave it to me |3& my friend3|. (with a drooping eye, he laughs) We were often as bad ourselves or worse. What, eh?

First Watch

(laughs) I suppose so

Corny Kelleher

(nudges the second watch) Come and wipe your name off the slate, what, eh, do you follow me?

Second Watch

(genially) Ah, sure we were too.

Corny Kelleher

|3(winking)3| That'll be all right.

Second Watch

All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.

Corny Kelleher

I'll see to that.

Bloom

(shaking hands with the policemen in turns) Thank you very much. |3Thank you3| (he mumbles confidentially) We don't want any scandal. Father is a wellknown citizen. Just a little wild oats, you understand.

Second Watch

That's all right, sir.

First Watch

(to Bloom) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it |3at the station3|.

Bloom

(nods rapidly) Naturally. I quite understand.

Cornyº Kelleher

Good night, men.

The Watch

(saluting together) Good night.

(They move off.)

Bloom

It was providential you came on the scene.

Corny Kelleher

(laughs) Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's |3|xprinces (unread)x|3| wanted to have a go
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withº the girls. So we drove down to to nighttown. And sure they wanted me to join in |3with the mots3|. But that's not for old |3stagers cocks3| like me and yourself (he laughs |3with lacklustre eye3| drooping) We have it in the house, eh, what? |3Do you follow me?3|

Bloom

(laughs) Ha, he, he. Yes. Matter of fact, I was just passing down Buckingham street there |3visiting an old friend of mine, Virag, you don't know him I think |aand we had a liquour together and a chat and was just making my way homea|3| and I happened to see a crowd

|3(The horse neighs)3|

Corny Kelleher

Sure it was the jarvey, there, told me and I got off to see. Will I give him a lift home? Where does he live? Somewhere in Cabra, what?º

Bloom

No, he lives in Sandycove, I believe. From what he said.

Corny Kelleher

Sandycove! (he bends down |3calls3|) Eh? (he calls again) He's covered with shavings anyhow. Take care they didn't lift anything off him.

Bloom

No, no, no. I have his money. And his hat |3here3| and his stick.

Corny Kelleher

Ah, well, he'll get over it. No bones broken. Well, I'll get along. (he laughs) On the job tomorrow. |3Burying the dead.3| Night. Safe home! |3(he nods towards the jarvey) He's on the job too |afor a mourning coacha|. Sober man.3| Night. Safe home.

|3The Horse

Hohohohohohome Hohohome3|

Bloom

Good night.

(Corny Kelleher goes to the car and mounts it. The jarvey whips the horse. The horse harness jingles)

Corny Kelleher

(from the car) Night.

Bloom

Night.

(|3|xRounding the cornerx| The carman raises his whip encouragingly. Corny Kelleher sways his head heavily to and fro in sign of mirth |a& despair |bat his plightb|a|. Bloom replies in the same manner |athat what else is to be donea|. |aJarvey joins in the mutemerriment, nodding to his |bnag horseb|.a| |xCorny makes letter in airx| Corny Kelleher reassures with thumb and palm that the two constables have been will allow the sleep to continue. Bloom with a slow nod conveys his gratitude as that was exactly what Stephen needs.3| The car jingles away. The jingling harness is heard. The jingling grows fainter. Bloom, holding Stephen's muddied hat and ashplant, stands irresolute. He bends towardsº Stephen and shakes him lightly by the shoulder)

Bloom

|3Mr Dedalus! Eh! Ho!3| (There is no answer. He bends more.) Mr Dedalus! (There is no answer. |3(he reflects) The name if you call, somnambulist.3| |3Bending more,3| Hesitatingly he places his mouth nearer the prostrate figure) Stephen! (There is no answer. He calls more loudly) Stephen!

Stephen

(|3frowns,3| thickly) Who? |3Black |aVampire Panthera|3| (he sighs and stretches himself) he murmurs |3with prolonged vowels3|) Will go drive with Fergus now
Will go drive with Fergus now
And pierce the |3deep wood's Vampire's3|  … (he turns on his left side, doubling together)

Bloom

(|3|xHe opens SD's collar & waistcoatx|3| brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers). He murmurs) £1-16-7. Air will do him good. Poet, of course.

Stephen

Shadows on the woods
And the white breast of the dim sea.

(Stephen sighs long, curling his body. Bloom, holding the muddied hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog bays in the distance. Bloom tightens and relaxes his grip on the ashplant.) He looks down on Stephen's form)

Bloom

(murmurs) The deep wood's shadow … |3Black vampire3| |3And3| The |3dim white3| breast. Ferguson, he said, some girl he … (He looks down, silent, on guard).