FLORRY Sing us something。 Love's old sweet song。
STEPHEN No voice。 I am a most finished artist。 Lynch； did I show you the letter about the lute？
FLORRY （Smirking。） The bird that can sing and won't sing。
（The Siamese twins； Philip Drunk and Philip Sober two Oxford dons with lawnmowers； appear in the window embrasure。 Both are masked with Matthew Arnold's face。）
PHILIP SOBER Take a fool's advice。 All is not well。 Work it out with the buttend of a pencil； like a good young idiot。 Three pounds twelve you got； two notes； one sovereign； two crowns； if youth but knew。 Mooney's en ville； Mooney's sur mer； the Moira； Larchet's； Holles street hospital； Burke's。 Eh？ I am watching you。
PHILIP DRUNK （Impatiently。） Ah； bosh； man。 Go to hell！ I paid my way。 If I could only find out about octaves。 Reduplication of personality。 Who was it told me his name？
（His lawnmower begins to purr。） Aha； yes。 Zoe mou sas agapo。 Have a notion I was here before。 When was it not Atkinson his card I have somewhere？ Mac somebody。 Unmack I have it。 He told me about； hold on； Swinburne； was it； no？
FLORRY And the song？
STEPHEN Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak。
FLORRY Are you out of Maynooth？ You're like someone I knew once。
STEPHEN Out of it now。 （To himself。） Clever。
PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER （Their lawnmowers purring with a rigadoon of grasshalms。） Clever ever。 Out of it。 Out of it。 By the by have you the book； the thing； the ashplant？ Yes； there it； yes。 Cleverever outofitnow。 Keep in condition。 Do like us。
ZOE There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up。 You needn't try to hide； I says to him。 I know you've a Roman collar。
VIRAG Perfectly logical from his standpoint。 Fall of man。 （Harshly； his pupils waxing。） To hell with the pope！ Nothing new under the sun。 I am the Virag who disclosed the sex secrets of monks and maidens。 Why I left the Church of Rome。 Read the Priest； the Woman and the Confessional。 Penrose。 Flipperty Jippert。 （He wriggles。） Woman； undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope； offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam。 Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat。 Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins。 Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam； the stiff one。 （He cries。） Coactus volui。 Then giddy woman will run about。 Strong man grasps woman's wrist。 Woman squeals； bites； spucks。 Man； now fierce angry； strikes woman's fat yadgana。 （He chases his tail。） Piffpaff！ Popo！ （He stops； sneezes。） Pchp！ （He worries his butt。） Prrrrrht！
LYNCH I hope you gave the good father a penance。 Nine glorias for shooting a bishop。
ZOE （Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils。） He couldn't get a connection。 Only； you know； sensation。 A dry rush。
BLOOM Poor man！
ZOE （Lightly。） Only for what happened him。
BLOOM How？
VIRAG （A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage； cranes his scraggy neck forward。 He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls。） Verfluchte Goim！ He had a father； forty fathers。 He never existed。 Pig God！ He had two left feet。 He was Judas Iacchias； a Libyan eunuch； the pope's bastard。 （He leans out on tortured forepaws； elbows bent rigid； his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute world。） A son of a whore。 Apocalypse。
KITTY And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we all subscribed for the funeral。
PHILIP DRUNK （Gravely。） Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position； Philippe？
PHILIP SOBER （Gaily。） C'était le sacré pigeon； Philippe。
（Kitty unpins her hat and sets it down calmly； patting her henna hair。 And a prettier； a daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a whores shoulders。 Lynch puts on her hat。 She whips it off。）
LYNCH （Laughs。） And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes。
FLORRY （Nods。） Lootor ataxy。
ZOE （Gaily。） O； my dictionary。
LYNCH Three wise virgins。
VIRAG （Agueshaken； profuse yellow spawn foaming over his bony epileptic lips。） She sold lovephiltres； whitewax； orange flower。 Panther； the Roman centurion； polluted her with his genitories。 （He sticks out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue； his hand on his fork。） Messiah！ He burst her tympanum。 （With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the cynical spasm。） Hik！ Hek！ Hak！ Hok！ Huk！ Kok！ Kuk！
（Ben Jumbo Dollard； rubicund； musclebound； hairynostrilled； hugebearded； cabbageeared； shaggychested； shockmaned； fatpapped； stands forth； his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of black bathing bagslops。）
BEN POLLARD （Nakkering castanet bones in his huge padded paws； yodels jovially in base barreltone。） When love absorbs my ardent soul。
（The virgins； Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley； burst through the ringkeepers and the ropes and mob him with open arms。）
THE VIRGINS （Gushingly。） Big Ben！ Ben MacChree！
A VOICE Hold that fellow with the bad breeches。
BEN DOLLARD （Smites his thigh in abundant laughter。） Hold him now。
HENRY （Caressing on his breast a severed female head； murmurs。） Thine heart； mine love。 （He plucks his lutestrings。） When first I saw。
VIRAG （Sloughing his skins； his multitudinous plumage moulting。） Rats！ （He yawns； showing a coalblack throat and closes his jaws by an upward push of his parchment roll。） After having said which I took my departure。 Farewell。 Fare thee well。 Dreck！
（Henry Flower bs his moustache and beard rapidly with a pocketb and gives a cows lick to his hair。 Steered by his rapier； he glides to the door his wild had 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。 11。 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 Anus 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 are 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 lace 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。
（He looks at all for a moment； his right eye closed tight； his left cheek puffed out。 Then； unable to repress his merriment； he rocks to and fro； ads akimbo； and sings with broad rollicking humour。） O； the poor little fellow Hi…hi…hi…hi…his legs they were yellow He was plump； fat and heavy and brisk as a snake But some bloody savage To graize his white cabbage He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake。
（A multitude of midges swarms over his robe。 He scratches himself with crossed arms at his ribs； grimacing； and exclaims。） I'm suffering the agony of the damned。 By the hoky fiddle； thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous。 If they were they'd walk me off the face of the bloody globe。
（His head aslant； he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers； imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off ically； swaying his hat from side to side； shrinking quickly to the size of his train bearers。 The dwarf acolytes； giggling； peeping； nudging； ogling； Easterkissing； zigzag behind him。 His voice is heard mellow from afar； merciful； male； melodious。） Shall carry my heart to thee； Shall carry my heart to thee； And the breath of the balmy night Shall carry my heart to thee。
（The trick doorhandle turns。）
THE DOORHANDLE Theeee。
ZOE The devil is in that door。
（A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the waterproof and hat from the rack。 Bloom starts forward involuntarily and； half closing the door as he passes； takes the chocolate from his pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe。）
ZOE （Sniffs his hair briskly。） Hum。 Thank your mother for the rabbits。 I'm very fond of what I like。
BLOOM （Hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep； pricks his ears。） If it were he？ After？ Or because not？ Or the double event？
ZOE （Tears open the silverfoil。） Fingers was made before forks。 （She breaks off and nibbles a piece； gives a piece to Kitty Ricketts and then turns kittenishly to Lynch。） No objection to French lozenges？ （He nods。 She taunts him。） Have it now or wait till you get it？ （He opens his mouth； his head cocked。 She whirls the prize in left circle。 His head follows。 She whirls it back in right circle。 He eyes her。） Catch。
（She tosses a piece。 With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it through with a crack。）
KITTY （Chewing。） The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones。 Full of the best liqueurs。 And the viceroy was there with his lady。 The gas we had on the Toft's hobbyhorses。 I'm giddy still。
BLOOM （In Svengali's fur overcoat； with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock； frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the door。 Then； rigid； with left foot advanced； he makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master； drawing his right arm downwards from his left shoulder。） Go； go； go； I conjure you； whoever you are。
（A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside。 Blooms features relax。 He places a hand in his waistcoat； posing calmly。 Zoe offers him chocolate。）
BLOOM （Solemnly。） Thanks。
ZOE Do as you're bid。 Here。