loom。）
THE CIRCUMCISED （In a dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit upon him； no flowers。） Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad。
VOICES （Sighing。） So he's gone。 Ah； yes。 Yes； indeed。 Bloom？ Never heard of him。 No？ Queer kind of chap。 There's the widow。 That so？ Ah； yes。
（From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends。 The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses。 Out of her oak frame a nymph with hair unbound； lightly clad in teabrown art colours； descends from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews； stands over Bloom。）
THE YEWS （Their leaves whispering。） Sister。 Our sister。 Ssh。
THE NYMPH （Softly。） Mortal！ （Kindly。） Nay； dost not weepest！
BLOOM （Crawls jellily forward under the boughs； streaked by sunlight； with dignity。） This position。 I felt it was expected of me。 Force of habit。
THE NYMPH Mortal！ You found me in evil pany； high kickers； coster picnic makers； pugilists； popular generals； immoral panto boys in flesh tights and the nifty shimmy dancers； La Aurora and Karini； musical act； the hit of the century。 I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil。 I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen； stories to disturb callow youth； ads for transparencies； truedup dice and bustpads； proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman。 Useful hints to the married。
BLOOM （Lifts a turtle head towards her lap。） We have met before。 On another star。
THE NYMPH （Sadly。） Rubber goods。 Neverrip。 Brand as sup plied to the aristocracy。 Corsets for men。 I cure fits or money refunded。 Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber。 My bust developed four inches in three weeks； reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo。
BLOOM You mean Photo Bits？
THE NYMPH I do。 You bore me away； framed me in oak and tinsel； set me above your marriage couch。 Unseen； one summer eve； you kissed me in four places。 And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes； my bosom and my shame。
BLOOM （Humbly kisses her long hair。） Your classic curves； beautiful immortal。 I was glad to look on you； to praise you； a thing of beauty； almost to pray。
THE NYMPH During dark nights I heard your praise。
BLOOM （Quickly。） Yes； yes。 You mean that I。。。 Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone； children perhaps excepted。 I know I fell out of my bed or rather was pushed。 Steel wine is said to cure snoring。 For the rest there is that English invention； pamphlet of which I received some days ago； incorrectly addressed。 It claims to afford a noiseless inoffensive vent。 （He sighs。） 'Twas ever thus。 Frailty； thy name is marriage。
THE NYMPH （Her fingers in her ears。） And words。 They are not in my dictionary。
BLOOM You understood them？
THE YEWS Ssh。
THE NYMPH （Covers her face with her hand。） What have I not seen in that chamber？ What must my eyes look down on？
BLOOM （Apologetically。） I know。 Soiled personal linen； wrong side up with care。 The quoits are loose。 From Gibraltar by long sea； long ago。
THE NYMPH （Bends her head。） Worse！ Worse！
BLOOM （Reflects precautiously。） That antiquated mode。 It wasn't her weight。 She scaled just eleven stone nine。 She put on nine pounds after weaning。 It was a crack and want of glue。 Eh？ And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle。
（The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade。）
THE WATERFALL
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca。
THE YEWS （Mingling their boughs。） Listen。 Whisper。 She is right； our sister。 We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall。 We gave shade on languorous summer days。
JOHN WYSE NOLAN （In the background； in Irish National For ester's uniform； doffs his plumed hat。） Prosper！ Give shade on languorous days； trees of Ireland！
THE YEWS （Murmuring。） Who came to Poulaphouca with the high school excursion？ Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade？
BLOOM （Pigeonbreasted； bottleshouldered； padded； in nondescript juvenile grey and black striped suit； too small for him； white tennis shoes； bordered stockings with turnover tops； and a red school cap with badge。） I was in my teens； a growing boy。 A little then sufficed； a jolting car； the mingling odours of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory； the throng penned tight on the old Royal stairs； for they love crushes； instincts of the herd； and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice。 Even a pricelist of their hosiery。 And then the heat。 There were sunspots that summer。 End of school。 And tipsycake。 Halcyon days。
（Halcyon Days； high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and shorts； Master Donald Turnbull； Master Abraham Chatterton； Master Owen Goldberg； Master Jack Meredith； Master Percy Apjohn； stand in a clearing of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom。）
THE HALCYON DAYS Mackerel！ Live us again。 Hurray！
（They cheer。）
BLOOM （Hobbledehoy； warmgloved； mammamufflered； stunned with spent snowballs； struggles to rise。） Again！ I feel sixteen！ What a lark！ Let's ring all the bells in Montague Street。 （He cheers feebly。） Hurray for the High School！
THE ECHO Fool！
THE YEWS （Rustling。） She is right； our sister。 Whisper。 （Whispered kisses are heard in all the wood。 Faces of hamadryads peep out from the boles and among the leaves and break blossoming into bloom。） Who profaned our silent shade？
THE NYMPH （Coyly through parting fingers。） There！ In the open air？
THE YEWS （Sweeping downward。） Sister； yes。 And on our virgin sward。
THE WATERFALL
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca。
THE NYMPH （With wide fingers。） O！ Infamy！
BLOOM I was precocious。 Youth。 The fauns。 I sacrificed to the god of the forest。 The flowers that bloom in the spring。 It was pairing time。 Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon。 Lotty Clarke； flaxenhaired； I saw at her night toilette through ill…closed curtains； with poor papa's operaglasses。 The wanton ate grass wildly。 She rolled downhill at Rialto Bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits。 She climbed their crooked tree and I。。。 A saint couldn't resist it。 The demon possessed me。 Besides； who saw？
（Staggering Bob； a whitepolled calf thrusts a ruminating head with humid nostrils through the foliage。）
STAGGERING BOB Me。 Me see。
BLOOM Simply satisfying a need。 （With pathos。） No girl would when I went girling。 Too ugly。 They wouldn't play。
（High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes； plumpuddered； buttytailed； dropping curvants。）
THE NANNYGOAT （Bleats。） Megegaggegg！ Nannannanny！
BLOOM （Hatless； flushed； covered with burn of thistledown and gotrepine。） Regularly engaged。 Circumstances alter cases。 （He gazes intently downwards on the water。） Thirtytwo head over heels per second。 Press nightmare。 Giddy Elijah。 Fall from cliff。 Sad end of government printer's clerk。 （Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom； rolled in a mummy； rolls rotatingly from the Lion's Head cliff into the purple Waiting waters。）
THE DUMMYMUMMY Bbbbblllllbbblblodschbg？
（Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin's King sails； sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards the land。）
COUNCILLOR NANNETI （Alone on deck； in dark alpaca； yellow kitefaced； his hand in his waistcoat opening； declaims。） When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth； then； and not till then let my epitaph be written。 I have。。。
BLOOM Done。 Prff。
THE NYMPH （Loftily。） We immortals； as you saw today； have not such a place and no hair there either。 We are stonecold and pure。 We eat electric light。 （She arches her body in lascivious crispation； placing her forefinger in her mouth。） Spoke to me。 Heard from behind。 How then could you。。。 ？
BLOOM （Pacing the heather abjectly。） O； I have been a perfect pig。 Enemas too I have administered。 One third of a pint of quassia； to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt。 Up the fundament。 With Hamilton Long's syringe； the ladies' friend。
THE NYMPH In my presence。 The powderpuff。 （She blushes and makes a knee。） And the rest。
BLOOM （Dejected。） Yes。 Peccavi！ I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name。 （With sudden fervour。） For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand； the hand that rules。。。 ？
（Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems； cooeeing。）
THE VOICE OF KITTY （In the thicket。） Show us one of them cushions。
THE VOICE OF FLORRY Here。
（A grouse wings clumsily through the underwood。）
THE VOICE OF LYNCH （In the thicket。） Whew！ Piping hot！
THE VOICE OF ZOE （From the thicket。） Came from a hot place。
THE VOICE OF VIRAG （A birdchief bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai； striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns。） Hot！ Hot！ Ware Sitting Bull！
BLOOM It overpowers me。 The warm impress of her warm form。 Even to sit where a woman has sat； especially with divaricated thighs； as though to grant the last favours； most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans。 So womanly full。 It fills me full。
THE WATERFALL
Phillaphulla Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca。
THE YEWS Ssh！ Sister； speak！
THE NYMPH （Eyeless； in nun's white habit； coif and huge winged wimple； softly； with remote eyes。） Tranquilia convent。 Sister Agatha。 Mount Carmel； the apparitions of Knock and Lourdes。 No more desire。 （She reclines her head； sighing。） Only the ethereal。 Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull。
（Bloom half rises。 His back trousers button snaps。）
THE BUTTON Bip！
（Two sluts of the Coombe dance rainily by； shawled； yelling flatly。）
THE SLUTS
O Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
He didn't know what to do；
To keep it up；
To keep it up。
BLOOM （Coldly。） You have broken the spell。 The last straw。 If there were only ethereal where would you all be； postulants and novices？ Shy but willing； like an ass pissing。
THE YEWS （Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating； their skinny arms ageing and swaying。） Deciduously！
THE NYMPH Sacrilege！ To attempt my virtue！ （A large moist stain appears on her robe。） Sully my innocence！ You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman。 （She clutches in her robe。） Wait； Satan。 You'll sing no more lovesongs。 Amen。 Amen。 Amen。 Amen。 （She draws a poniard and； clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine； strikes at his lo