Mastiansky and Citron: Belial!
Laemlein of Istria, the false Messiah!
(George R Mesias, Bloom’s tailor,
appears, A tailor’s goose under
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
to bloom. Lamentations.)
The citizen: Thank heaven!
Bloom: (In A seamless garment
marked I. H. S. Stands upright amid
flames) Weep not for me, O daughters of Erin.
(He exhibits to Dublin reporters
traces of burning. The daughters
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
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.