(Mrs Dignam, widow woman, her SNUBNOSE and cheeks flushed with DEATHTALK,
tears and Tunney’s tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds, her bonnet
awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, A pen chivvying
her brood of cygnets.  Beneath her skirt appear her late husband’s
everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights.  She holds A Scottish
widows’ insurance policy and A large marquee umbrella under which her
brood run with her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his collar loose, A
Hank of porksteaks dangling, Freddy whimpering, Susy with A crying cod’s
mouth, Alice struggling with the baby.  She cuffs them on, her streamers
flaunting aloft.)

Freddy:  Ah, ma, you’re dragging me along!

Susy:  Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!

Shakespeare:  (With paralytic rage) Weda seca whokilla farst.

(The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, REFEATURES Shakespeare’s
beardless face.  The marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the children run
aside.  Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in merry widow hat and
kimono gown.  She glides sidling and bowing, twirling JAPANESILY.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM:  (SINGS)

    And they call me the jewel of Asia!

Martin Cunningham:  (Gazes on her, impassive) Immense!  Most bloody awful demirep!

Stephen:  Et EXALTABUNTUR CORNUA IUSTI.  Queens lay with prize bulls.  Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first confessionbox.  Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the house of Lambert.  And Noah was drunk with wine.  And his ark was open.

Bella:  None of that here.  Come to the wrong shop.

Lynch:  Let him alone.  He’s back from Paris.

Zoe:  (Runs to Stephen and links him) O go on!  Give us some parleyvoo.