Ulysses
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 ap-
pears 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.
(Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace
where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands out-
spread, a painted smile on his face.)