Mastiansky and Citron:  Belial!  Laemlein of Istria, the false Messiah! 
Abulafia!  Recant!

(George R Mesias, Bloom’s tailor, appears, A tailor’s goose under his
arm, presenting A bill)

Mesias:  To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.

Bloom:  (Rubs his hands cheerfully) Just like old times.  Poor Bloom!

(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded Iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing on his
shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the pillory.)

Reuben J:  (Whispers hoarsely) The squeak is out.  A split is gone for the flatties.  Nip the first rattler.

The fire brigade:  Pflaap!

Brother buzz:  (Invests bloom in A yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat.  He places A bag of gunpowder round his neck and hands him over to the civil power, saying) Forgive him his trespasses.

(Lieutenant Myers of the Dublin fire brigade by general request sets fire
to bloom.  Lamentations.)

The citizen:  Thank heaven!

Bloom:  (In A seamless garment marked I. H. S. Stands upright amid Phoenix
flames) Weep not for me, O daughters of Erin.

(He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning.  The daughters of
Erin, in black garments, with large PRAYERBOOKS and long lighted candles
in their hands, kneel down and pray.)

The daughters of Erin: 

    Kidney of Bloom, pray for us
    Flower of the Bath, pray for us
    Mentor of Menton, pray for us
    Canvasser for the Freeman, pray for us
    Charitable Mason, pray for us
    Wandering Soap, pray for us
    Sweets of Sin, pray for us
    Music without Words, pray for us
    Reprover of the Citizen, pray for us
    Friend of all Frillies, pray for us
    Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us
    Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us.