A deadhand: (Writes on the wall) Bloom is a cod.
Crab: (In BUSHRANGER’S kit)
What did you do in the cattlecreep behind
A female infant: (Shakes A rattle) And under Ballybough bridge?
A hollybush: And in the devil’s glen?
Bloom: (Blushes furiously all
over from frons to nates,
filling from his left eye) Spare my past.
The irish evicted tenants:
(In BODYCOATS, KNEEBREECHES, with Donnybrook
fair SHILLELAGHS) Sjambok him!
(Bloom with asses’ ears
seats himself in the pillory
with crossed arms,
his feet protruding. He whistles Don Giovanni, a cenar teco. Artane
orphans, joining hands, Caper round him. Girls of the prison gate
mission, joining hands, Caper round in the opposite direction.)
The Artane orphans:
You hig, you hog, you dirty
You think the ladies love you!
THE PRISON GATE GIRLS:
If you see Kay
Tell him he may
See you in tea
Tell him from me.
Hornblower: (In ephod and HUNTINGCAP, announces) And he shall carry the sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and to Lilith, the nighthag. And they shall stone him and defile him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the land of Ham.
(All the people cast soft
pantomime stones at bloom.
travellers and OWNERLESS dogs come near him and defile him. Mastiansky
and Citron approach in GABERDINES, wearing long EARLOCKS. They wag their
beards at bloom.)