(ricane?) The youth who could not shiver and shake.
No? |1What day were you born?
Thursday's child has far to go.1| |1Show us Hold out1| your hand (she examines it) |1Hand like a woman1| But I see itº your face. That look. |1Can't kid me. The face is |ayou what you were and area|.1| (She frowns sternly. A pandybat is heard to crack loudly twice. |1A Jack in the box The top of the piano1| suddenly |1flies open blank1|. The bald little round fluffy head of Father Dolan springs up like a Jack in the box)
Lazy idle little schemer. See it in yr eyes.
Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. |1I never could read God's handwriting.1|
(tracing lines on his hand) Line of fate. You have influential friends. A long life. Mount of the Moon imagination. And show your foot. Yes. (brusquely) I won't tell you what's not good for you. Or do you want to know.?º
|1Black Liz, a huge |ahen blanka|, roosting on |athe curtain pole a corner within a chalked circle stirs herselfa|, stretches her wings and clucks.
Gera. Klook Klook Klook.
|xrises from a soft egg
That ridge there was an accident. I fell and cut it.
|1Tell us news.1| I see, says the blind man |1Tell us news.1| The line of Venus crosses |1|aUnlucky luckya| in cards, unlucky in love1| (she peers, twisting his hand) Hold on. Wait. (she laughs in a frank odd fashion) Ha ha ha ha ha. Wait (peering again, she laughs with head flung back) Ha ha ha ha ha
(she whispers to Florrie Power |1then to Kitty Rickets1|)
|1(Blazes Boylan in a flashing straw hat set sideways, a red flower in his mouth, leans on the mantelpiece. Lenehan at his side officiously detaches from his shoulder a long hair)
Hoho! What do I here behold? |aWere you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims.a|
|aI wasa| plucking a |ahen turkey, I wasa|.
(winks) Up to sample or yr money backa|1|
O, it's there written plain His wife goes with a fancyman
|1Bloom º Bella1|
(Bella Cohen and Lynch laugh together)
(striking her fan) Hohohohoho.
(sardonically) Hu hu hu
It may be |1though it excites your risibles.1|
(All laugh together. In the mirror appears the head of William Shakespeare outlined by its starched ruff |1the features rigid in facial paralysis1|)
|1Mrs |aThe widow blanka|1| Dignam |1|xher snub nose redx|1| |1her face flushed with talk, tears & old tawny sherry,1| |1perspiring1| in |1widow's weeds |aher weeds in merry widow's hat with weedsa| beneath which appear her late husband's everyday trousers and large eight boots with turnedup toecaps)1| |1her streamer flaunting aloft1| hurries across. She holding a large |1marquee1| umbrella under which |1the rest1| her brood of |1fretful1| |1children tired kids1| are huddled. Patsy Dignam hops on one |1shod1| foot, |1his collar loose1| the other being unshod. She holds in her hand an insurance policy |1Freddy Dignam totters snivelling)
ah, ma, you're dragging me along!1|
|1|xShe cuffs them on. |a(Susie Dignam |bwith a crying cod's mouthb| calls whimpers,
|1(sternly)1| None wed the second but who kill the first.
(His face changes into that of Martin Cunningham |1gazing upon his wife1|. Mrs Dignam, her face inflamed, sways in her walk drunkenly. Her children abandon her side.)
|1Martin Cunningham Cunningham-Shakespeare1|
(impassive, objective) |1Immense1| A |1most1| bloody awful bitch.