(Henry flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with A POCKETCOMB and
gives A cow’s lick to his hair.  Steered by his Rapier, he glides to the
door, his wild harp slung behind him.  Virag reaches the door in two
ungainly STILTHOPS, his tail cocked, and deftly claps sideways on the
wall A PUSYELLOW FLYBILL, butting it with his head.)

The FLYBILL:  K. II.  Post No Bills.  Strictly confidential.  Dr Hy Franks.

Henry:  All is lost now.

(Virag unscrews his head in A trice and holds it under his arm.)

VIRAG’S head:  Quack!

(Exeunt severally.)

Stephen:  (Over his shoulder to Zoe) You would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error.  But beware Antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.  The agony in the closet.

Lynch:  All one and the same God to her.

Stephen:  (Devoutly) And sovereign Lord of all things.

Florry:  (To Stephen) I’m sure you’re a spoiled priest.  Or a monk.

Lynch:  He is.  A cardinal’s son.

Stephen:  Cardinal sin.  Monks of the screw.

(His eminence Simon Stephen cardinal Dedalus, primate of all Ireland,
appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks.  Seven
dwarf simian acolytes, also in red, cardinal sins, Uphold his train,
peeping under it.  He wears A battered silk hat sideways on his head.  His
thumbs are stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread.  Round his neck
hangs A rosary of corks ending on his breast in A corkscrew cross. 
Releasing his thumbs, he invokes grace from on high with large wave
gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp:)

The cardinal: 

    Conservio lies captured
    He lies in the lowest dungeon
    With manacles and chains around his limbs
    Weighing upwards of three tons.