The honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys: (Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently) I’ll do no such thing. Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! To dare address me! I’ll flog him black and blue in the public streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown cuckold. (She SWISHES her HUNTINGCROP savagely in the air) Take down his trousers without loss of time. Come here, sir! Quick! Ready?
Bloom: (Trembling, beginning to obey) The weather has been so warm.
(Davy Stephens, RINGLETTED, passes with A bevy of barefoot newsboys.)
Davy Stephens: Messenger of the sacred heart and evening telegraph with Saint Patrick’s Day supplement. Containing the new addresses of all the cuckolds in Dublin.
(The very reverend canon O’HANLON in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes A marble timepiece. Before him father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S.J. Bend low.)
(THE BRASS QUOITS OF A BED ARE HEARD TO JINGLE.)
The quoits: Jigjag. Jigajiga. Jigjag.
(A panel of fog rolls back
rapidly, revealing rapidly in the
faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack power, Simon
Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, nosey Flynn, M’COY and the featureless face of A nameless one.)
The nameless one: Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gob, he organised her.
The jurors: (All their heads turned to his voice) Really?
The nameless one: (Snarls) Arse over tip. Hundred shillings to five.
The jurors: (All their heads lowered in assent) Most of us thought as much.
First watch: He is a marked man. Another girl’s plait cut. Wanted: Jack the Ripper. A thousand pounds reward.
Second watch: (Awed, whispers) And in black. A mormon. Anarchist.