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lant marks his stride。 A pack of bloodhounds； led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers； follows from far； picking up the scent； nearer； baying； panting； at fault； breaking away； throwing their tongues； biting his heels； leaping at his tail。 He walks； runs； zigzags； gallops； lugs laid back。 He is pelted with gravel； cabbagestumps； biscuitboxes； eggs； potatoes； dead codfish； womans slipperslappers。 After him； freshfound； the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader： 65 C 66 C night watch； John Henry Menton； Wisdom Hely； V。B。 Dillon； Councillor Nannetti； Alexander Keyes； Larry O'Rourke； Joe Cuffe； Mrs O'Dowd Pisser Burke； The Nameless One； Mrs Riordan； The Citizen； Garryowen； Whatdoyoucallhim； Strangeface； Fellowthatslike； Sawhimbefore； Chapwith； Chris Callinan； sir Charles Cameron； Benjamin Dollard； Lenehan； Bartell d'Arcy； Joe Hynes； red Murray； editor Brayden； T。M。 Healy； Mr Justice Fitzgibbon； John Howard Parnell； the reverend Tinned Salmon； Professor Joly； Mrs Breen； Denis Breen； Theodore Purefoy； Mina Purefoy； the Westland Row postmistress； C。P。 M'Coy； friend of Lyons； Hoppy Holohan； man in the street； other man in the street； Footballboots； pugnosed driver rich protestant lady； Davy Byrne； Mrs Ellen M'Guinness； Mrs Joe Gallaher George Lidwell； Jimmy Henry on corns； Superintendent Laracy； Father Cowley； Crofton out of the Collector Generals； Dan Dawson； dental surgeon Bloom with tweezers； Mrs Bob Doran； Mrs Kennefick； Mrs Wyse Nolan； John Wyse Nolan； handsomemamedwomanrubbed againstwidebehindinClonskeatram； the bookseller of Sweets of Sin； Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad； Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck； the managing clerk of Drimmies colonel Hayes； Mastiansky； Citron； Penrose； Aaron Figatner； Moses Herzog； Michael E。 Geraghty； Inspector Troy； Mrs Galbraith； the constable off Eccles Street corner old doctor Brady with stethoscope； the mystery man on the beach； a retriever Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her lovers。
THE HUE AND CRY （Helterskelterelterwelter） He's Bloom！ Stop Bloom！ Stopabloom！ Stopperrobber！ Hi！ Hi！ Stop him on the corner！
（At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot； a lot not knowing a jot what hi！ hi！ row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether。）
STEPHEN （With elaborate gestures； breathing deeply and slowly。） You are my guests。 The uninvited。 By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward。 History to blame。 Fabled by mothers of memory。
PRIVATE CARR （To Cissy Caffrey。） Was he insulting you？
STEPHEN Addressed her in vocative feminine。 Probably neuter。 Ungenitive。
VOICES No； he didn't。 The girl's telling lies。 He was in Mrs Cohen's。 What's up？ Soldiers and civilians。
CISSY CAFFREY I was in pany with the soldiers and they left me to do … you know and the young man ran up behind me。 But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore。
STEPHEN （Catches sight of Kitty's and Lynch's heads。） Hail； Sisyphus。 （He points to himself and the others。） Poetic。 Neopoetic。
VOICES She's faithfultheman。
CISSY CAFFREY Yes； to go with him。 And me with a soldier friend。
PRIVATE PTON He doesn't half want a thick ear； the blighter。 Biff him one； Harry。
PRIVATE CARR （To Cissy。） Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss？
LORD TENNYSON （In Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels； bareheaded； flowingbearded。） Their's not to reason why。
PRIVATE PTON Biff him； Harry。
STEPHEN （To Private pton。 ） I don't know your name but you are quite right。 Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts。 Shirt is synechdoche。 Part for the whole。
CISSY CAFFREY （To the crowd。） No； I was with the private。
STEPHEN （Amiably。） Why not？ The bold soldier boy。 In my opinion every lady for example。。。
PRIVATE CARR （His cap awry； advancing to Stephen。） Say； how would it be； governor； if I was to bash in your jaw？
STEPHEN （Looks up in the sky。） How？ Very unpleasant。 Noble art of self…pretence。 Personally； I detest action。 （He waves his hand） Hand hurts me slightly。 Enfin； ce sont vos oignons。
（To Cissy Caffrey。） Some trouble is on here。 What is it； precisely？
DOLLY GRAY （From her balcony waves her handkerchief giving the sign of the heroine of Jericho。） Rahab。 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 vigorously。） e now； professor； that carman is waiting。
STEPHEN （Turns。） Eh？ （He disengages himself） Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange？ （He points his finger。） I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye。 Retaining the perpendicular。
（He staggers a pace back。）
BLOOM （Propping him。） Retain your own。
STEPHEN （Laughs emptily。） My centre of gravity is displaced。 I have forgotten the trick。 Let us sit down somewhere and discuss。 Struggle for life is the law of existence but modern philirenists； notably the tsar and the king of England； have invented arbitration。 （He taps his brow。） But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king。
BIDDY THE CLAP Did you hear what the professor said？ He's a professor out of the college。
CUNTY KATE I did。 I heard that。
BIDDY THE CLAP He expresses himself with much marked refinement of phraseology。
CUNTY KATE Indeed； yes。 And at the same time with such apposite trenchancy。
PRIVATE CARR （Pulls himself free and es forward。） What's that you're saying about my king？
（Edward the Seventh appears in an archway。 He wears a white jersey on which an image of the Sacred Heart is stitched； with the insignia of Garter and Thistle； Golden Fleece； Elephant of Denmark； Skinners' and Probyns' horse； Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery pany of Massachusetts。 He sucks a red jujube。 He is robed as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron； marked made in Germany。 In his left hand he holds a plasterers bucket on which is printed： Défense d'uriner。 A roar of wele greets him。）
EDWARD THE SEVENTH （Slowly； solemnly but indistinctly。） Peace； perfect peace。 For identification bucket in my hand。 Cheerio； boys。 （He turns to his subjects。） We have e here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck。 Mahak makar a back。
（He shakes hands with Private Carr； Private pton； Stephen； Bloom and Lynch。 General applause。 Edward the Seventh lifts the bucket graciously in acknowledgement。）
PRIVATE CARR （To Stephen。） Say it again。
STEPHEN （Nervous； friendly； pulls himself up。） I understand your point of view； though I have no king myself for the moment。 This is the age of patent medicine。 A discussion is difficult down here。 But this is the point。 You die for your country； suppose。 （He places his arm on Private Carr's sleeve。） Not that I wish it for you。 But I say： Let my country die for me。 Up to the present it has done so。 I don't want it to die。 Damn death。 Long live life！
EDWARD THE SEVENTH （Levitates over heaps of slain in the garb and with the halo of Joking Jesus； a white jujube in his phosphor