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MRS BELLINGHAM: (Shakes her muff and quizzing-
glasses vindictively) Make him smart, Hanna dear. Give him
ginger. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. The
cat-o’-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.
BLOOM: (Shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands: with
hangdog mien) O cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial
beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once. (He of-
fers the other cheek)
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Severely) Don’t do so on
any account, Mrs Talboys! He should be soundly trounced!
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS:
(Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently) I’ll do no such thing.
Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! To dare
address me! I’ll flog him black and blue in the public streets.
I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown
cuckold. (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air)
Take down his trousers without loss of time. Come here,
sir! Quick! Ready?
BLOOM: (Trembling, beginning to obey) The weather has
been so warm.
(Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes with a bevy of barefoot
newsboys.)
DAVY STEPHENS: Messenger of the Sacred Heart and
Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick’s Day supplement.
Containing the new addresses of all the cuckolds in Dub-
lin.
(The very reverend Canon O’Hanlon in cloth of gold cope
elevates and exposes a marble timepiece. Before him Father
Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.)