Ulysses

 Ulysses

CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Methinks yon sable knight will

joust it with the best.

CUNTY KATE: (Blushing deeply) Nay, madam. The

gules doublet and merry saint George for me!

STEPHEN:

The harlot’s cry from street to street

Shall weave Old Ireland’s windingsheet.

PRIVATE CARR: (Loosening his belt, shouts) I’ll wring

the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my

bleeding fucking king.

BLOOM: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders) Speak, you!

Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and

generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Alarmed, seizes Private Carr’s sleeve)

Amn’t I with you? Amn’t I your girl? Cissy’s your girl. (She

cries) Police!

STEPHEN: (Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey)

White thy fambles, red thy gan

And thy quarrons dainty is.

VOICES: Police!

DISTANT VOICES: Dublin’s burning! Dublin’s burn-

ing! On fire, on fire!

(Brimstone fires spring up. Dense clouds roll past. Heavy