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Gallop of hoofs。 Artillery。 Hoarse mands。 Bells clang。 Backers shout。 Drunkards bawl。 Whores screech。 Foghorns hoot。 Cries of valour。 Shrieks of dying。 Pikes clash on cuirasses。 Thieves rob the slain。 Birds of prey； winging from the sea； rising from marsh lands； swooping from eyries； hover screaming； gannets； connorants； vultures； goshawks； climbing woodcocks； peregrines； merlin； blackgrouse； sea eagles； gulls； albatrosses； barnacle geese。 The midnight sun is darkened。 The earth trembles。 The dead of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white sheepskin overcoats and black goat…fell cloaks arise and appear to many。 A chasm opens with a noiseless yawn。 Tom Rochford； winner in athletes singlet and breeches； arrives at the head of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the void。 He is followed by a race of runners and leapers。 In wild attitudes they spring from the brink。 Their bodies plunge。 Factory lasses with fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs。 Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads to protect themselves。 laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks。 Quakerlyster plasters blisters。 It rains dragon's teeth。 Armed heroes spring up from furrows。 They exchange in amity the pass of knights of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres： Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan； Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell； Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt； Justin M'Carthy against Parnell； Arthur Griffith against John Redmond John O'Leary against liar O'Johnny； lord Edward Fitzgerald against lord Gerald Fitzedward； The O'Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens of The Donoghue。 On an eminence； the centre of the earth； rises the field altar of Saint Barbara。 Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns。 From the high barbicans of the tower two shafts of light fall on the smokepalled altarstone。 On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy； goddess of unreason； lies naked； fettered； a chalice resting on her swollen belly。 Father Malachi O'Flynn； in a long petticoat and reversed chasuble； his two left feet back to the front； celebrates camp mash。 The Reverend Mr Hugh C。 Haines love MA。 in a plain cassock and mortar board； his head and collar back to the front； holds over the celebrants head an open umbrella。）
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN Introibo ad altare diaboli。
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE To the devil which hath made glad my young days。
FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN （Takes from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host。） Corpus Meum。
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE （Raises high behind the celebrant's petticoats； revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck。） My body。
THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rot； Aiulella！
（From on high the voice of Adonai calls。）
ADONAI Dooooooooooog！
THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED Alleluia； for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth！
（From on high the voice of Adonai calls。）
ADONAI Goooooooooood！
（In strident discord peasants and townsmen of mange and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily； daily sing to Mary。）
PRIVATE CARR （With ferocious articulation。） I'll do him in； so help me fucking Christ！ I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe！
OLD GUMMY GRANNY （Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand。） Remove him； acushla。 At 8。35 a。m。 you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free。 （She prays。） O good God； take him！
BLOOM （Runs to Lynch。） Can't you get him away？
LYNCH He likes dialectic； the universal language。 Kitty！ （To Bloom。） Get him away； you。 He won't listen to me。 （He drags Kitty away。）
STEPHEN （Points。） Exit Judas。 Et laqueo se suspendit。
BLOOM （Runs to Stephen。） e along with me now before worse happens。 Here's your stick。
STEPHEN Stick； no。 Reason。 This feast of pure reason。
CISSY CAFFREY （Pulling Private Carr。） e on； you're boosed。 He insulted me but I forgive him。 （Shouting in his ear。） I forgive him for insulting me。
BLOOM （Over Stephen's shoulder。） Yes； go。 You see he's incapable。
PRIVATE CARR （Breaks loose。） I'll insult him。
（He rushes towards Stephen； fists outstretched； and strikes him in the face。 Stephen totters； collapses； falls stunned。 He lies prone； his face to the sky； his hat rolling to the wall。 Bloom follows and picks it up。）
MAJOR TWEEDY （Loudly。） Carbine in bucket！ cease fire！ Salute！
THE RETRIEVER （Barking furiously。） Ute ute ute ute ute ute uteute。
THE CROWD Let him up！ Don't strike him when he's down！ Air！ Who？ The soldier hit him。 He's a professor。 Is he hurted？ Don't manhandle him！ He's fainted！
（The retriever； nosing on the fringe of the crowd； barks noisily。）
What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence？ Let them go and fight the Boers！
THE BAWD Listen to who's talking！ Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl？ He gave him the coward's blow。
（They grab at each other's hair； claw at each other and spit。）
THE RETRIEVER （Barking。） Wow wow wow。
BLOOM （Shoves them back； loudly。） Get back； stand back！
PRIVATE PTON （Tugging his rade。） Here bugger off； Harry。 There's the cops！
（Two raincaped watch； tall； stand in the group）
FIRST WATCH What's wrong here？
PRIVATE PTON We were with this lady and he insulted us and assaulted my chum。 （The retriever barks。） Who owns the bleeding tyke？
CISSY CAFFREY （With expectation。） Is he bleeding？
A MAN （Rising from his knees。） No。 Gone off。 He'll e to all right。
BLOOM （Glances sharply at the man。） Leave him to me。 I can easily。。。
SECOND WATCH Who are you？ Do you know him？
PRIVATE CARR （Lurches towards the watch。） He insulted my lady friend。
BLOOM （Angrily。） You hit him without provocation。 I'm a witness。 Constable； take his regimental number。
SECOND WATCH I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty。 PRIVATE PTON （Pulling his rade。） Here； bugger off； Harry。 Or Bennett'll have you in the lockup。
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 （Taking 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； sergeant。
FIRST WATCH Name and address。
（Corny Kelleher weepers round his hat； a death wreath in his hand； appears among the 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。
CORNY KELLEHER （To the watch； with drawling eye。） That's all right。 I know him。 Won a bit on the races。 Gold cup。 Throwaway。 （He laughs。） Twenty to one。 Do you follow me？
FIRST WATCH （Turns to the crowd。） Here； what are you all gaping at？ Move on out of that。
（The crowd disperses slowly； muttering； down the lane。）
CORNY KELLEHER Leave it to me； sergeant。 That'll be all right。 （He laughs； shaking his head。） We were often as bad ourselves； ay or worse。 What？ Eh； what？
FIRST WATCH （Laughs。） I suppose so。
CORNY KELLEHER （Nudges the second watch。） e and wipe your name off the slate。 （He lilts； wagging his head。） With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom。 What； eh； do you follow me？
SECOND WATCH （Genially。） Ah； sure we were too。
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