en。 （She draws a poniard and； clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine； strikes at his loins。） Nekum！
BLOOM （Starts up； seizes her hand。） Hoy！ Nebrakada！ Cat of nine lives！ Fair play； madam。 No pruning knife。 The fox and the grapes； is it？ What do we lack with your barbed wire？ Crucifix not thick enough？ （He clutches her veil。） A holy abbot you want or Brophy； the lame gardener； or the spoutless statue of the watercarrier or good Mother Alphonsus； eh Reynard？
THE NYMPH （With a cry； flees from him unveiled； her plaster cast cracking； a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks。） Poli。。。 ！
BLOOM （Calls after her。） As if you didn't get it on the double yourselves。 No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you。 I tried it。 Your strength our weakness。 What's our stud fee？ What will you pay on the nail？ You fee men dancers on the Riviera； I read。 （The fleeing nymph raises a keen。） Eh！ I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me。 And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow； eh？ Fool someone else； not me。 （He sniffs。） But。 Onions。 Stale。 Sulphur。 Grease。
（The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him。）
BELLA You'll know me the next time。
BLOOM （posed； regards her。） Passée。 Mutton dressed as lamb。 Lone in the tooth and superfluous hairs。 A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your plexion。 And take some double chin drill。 Your eyes are as vapid as the glass eyes of your stuffed fox。 They have the dimensions of your other features； that's all。 I'm not a triple screw propeller。
BELLA （Contemptuously。） You're not game； in fact。 （Her sowcunt barks。） Fohracht！
BLOOM （Contemptuously。） Clean your nailless middle finger first； the cold spunk of your bully is dripping from your cocksb。 Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself。
BELLA I know you； canvasser！ Dead cod！
BLOOM I saw him； kipkeeper！ Pox and gleet vendor！
BELLA （Turns to the piano。） Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul？
ZOE Me。 Mind your cornflowers。 （She darts to the piano and bangs chords on it with crossed arms。） The cat's ramble through the slag。 （She glances back。） Eh？ Who's making love to my sweeties？ （She darts back to the table。） What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own。
（Kitty disconcerted coats her teeth with the silver paper。 Bloom approaches Zoe。）
BLOOM （Gently。） Give me back that potato； will you？ Zoe Forfeits； a fine thing and a superfine thing。
BLOOM （With feeling。） It is nothing； but still a relic of poor mamma。
ZOE
Give a thing and take it back
God'll ask you where is that
You'll say you don't know
God'll send you down below。
BLOOM There is a memory attached to it。 I should like to have it。
STEPHEN To have or not to have； that is the question。
ZOE Here。 （She hauls up a reef of her slip； revealing her bare thigh and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking。） Those that hides knows where to find。
BELLA （Frowns。） Here。 This isn't a musical peepshow。 And don't you smash that piano。 Who's paying here？
（She goes to the pianola。 Stephen fumbles in his pocket and； taking out a banknote by its corner； hands it to her。）
STEPHEN （With exaggerated politeness。） This silken purse I made out of the sow's ear of the public。 Madam； excuse me。 If you allow me。 （He indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom。） We are all in the same sweepstake； Kinch and Lynch。 Dans ce bordel où tenons nostre état。
LYNCH （Calls from the hearth。） Dedalus！ Give her your blessing for me。
STEPHEN （Hands Bella a coin。） Gold。 She has it。
BELLA （Looks at the money； then at Zoe； Florry and Kitty。） Do you want three girls？ It's ten shillings here。
STEPHEN （Delightedly。） A hundred thousand apologies。 （He fumbles again and takes out and hands her two crowns。） Permit； brevi manu； my sight is somewhat troubled。
（Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen talks to himself in monosyllables。 Zoe bounds over to the table。 Kitty leans over Zoe's neck。 Lynch gets up； rights his cap and； clasping Kitty's waist； adds his head to the group。）
FLORRY （Strives heavily to rise。） Ow！ My foot's asleep。 （She limps over to the table。 Bloom approaches。）
BELLA； ZOE。 KITTY； LYNCH； BLOOM （Chattering and squabbling。） The gentleman。。。 ten shillings。。。 paying for the three allow me a moment。。。 this gentleman pays separate who's touching it？。。。 ow。。。 mind who you're pinching。。。 are you staying the night or a short time？ who did？。。。 you're a liar； excuse me。。。 the gentle man paid down like a gentleman。。。 drink。。。 it's long after eleven。
STEPHEN （At the pianola； making a gesture of abhorrence。） No bottles！ What； eleven？ A riddle。
ZOE （Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top of her stocking。） Hard earned on the flat of my back。
LYNCH （Lifting Kitty from the table。） e！
KITTY Wait。 （She clutches the two crowns。）
FLORRY And me？
LYNCH Hoopla！ （He lifts her carries her and bumps her down on the sofa。）
STEPHEN The fox crew； the cocks flew； The bells in heaven Were striking eleven。 'Tis time for her poor soul To get out of heaven。
BLOOM （Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between Bella and Florry。） So。 Allow me。 （He takes up the pound note。） Three times ten。 We're square。
BELLA （Admiringly。） You're such a slyboots； old cocky。 I could kiss you。
ZOE （Points。） Hum？ Deep as a drawwell。 （Lynch bends Kitty back over the sofa and kisses her。 Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen。）
BLOOM This is yours。
STEPHEN How is that？ Le distrait or absentminded beggar。 （He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins。 An object falls。） That fell。
BLOOM （Stooping； picks up and hands a box of matches。） This。
STEPHEN Lucifer。 Thanks。
BLOOM （Quietly。） You had better hand over that cash to me to take care of。 Why pay more？
STEPHEN （Hands him all his coins。） Be just before you are generous。
BLOOM I will but is it wise？ （He counts。） One； seven； eleven； and five。 Six。 Eleven。 I don't answer for what you may have lost。
STEPHEN Why striking eleven？ Proparoxyton。 Moment before the next Lessing says。 Thirsty fox。 （He laughs loudly。） Burying his grandmother。 Probably he killed her。
BLOOM That is one pound six and eleven。 One pound seven； say。
STEPHEN Doesn't matter a rambling damn。
BLOOM No； but。。。
STEPHEN （es to the table。） Cigarette； please。 （Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table。） And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married。 （A cigarette appears on the table。 Stephen looks at it。） Wonder。 Parlour magic。 Married。 Hm。 （He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy。）
LYNCH （Watching him。） You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer。
STEPHEN （Brings the match nearer his eye。） Lynx eye。 Must get glasses。 Broke them yesterday。 Sixteen years ago。 Distance。 The eye sees all flat。 （He draws the match away。 It goes out。） Brain thinks。 Near： far。 Ineluctable modality of the visible。 （He frowns mysteriously。） Hm。 Sphinx。 The beast that has two backs at midnight。 Married。
ZOE It was a mercial traveller married her and took her away with him。
FLORRY （Nods。） Mr Lambe from London。
STEPHEN Lamb of London； who takest away the sins of our world。
LYNCH （Embracing Kitty on the sofa； chants deeply。） Dona nobis pacem。 （The cigarette slips from Stephens fingers。 Bloom picks it up and throws it into the grate。）
BLOOM Don't smoke。 You ought to eat。 Cursed dog I met。 （To Zoe。） You have nothing？
ZOE Is he hungry？
STEPHEN （Extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the bloodoath in the Dusk of the Gods。）
Hangende Hunger；
Fragende Frau；
Macht uns alle kaput。
ZOE （Tragically。） Hamlet； I am thy father's gimlet！ （She takes his hand。） Blue eyed beauty； I'll read your hand。 （She points to his forehead。） No wit； no wrinkles。 （She counts。） Two； three； Mars； that's courage。 （Stephen shakes his head。） No kid。
LYNCH Sheet lightning courage。 The youth who could not shiver and shake。 （To Zoe。） Who taught you palmistry？
ZOE （Turns。） Ask my ballocks that I haven't got。 （To Stephen。） I see it in your face。 The eye； like that。 （She frowns with lowered head。）
LYNCH （Laughing； slaps Kitty behind twice。） Like that。 Pandy bat。
（Twice loudly a pandybat cracks； the coffin of the pianola flies open； the bald little round jack…in…the…box head of Father Dolan springs up。）
FATHER DOLAN Any boy want flogging？ Broke his glasses？ Lazy idle little schemer。 See it in your eye。
（Mild； benign； rectorial； reproving； the head of Don John Conmee rises from the pianola coffin。）
DON JOHN CONMEE Now； Father Dolan！ Now。 I'm sure that Stephen is a very good little boy。
ZOE （Examining Stephen's palm。） Woman's hand。
STEPHEN （Murmurs。） Continue。 Lie。 Hold me。 Caress。 I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock。
ZOE What day were you born？
STEPHEN Thursday。 Today。
ZOE Thursday's child has far to go。 （She traces lines on his hand。） Line of fate。 Influential friends。
FLORRY （Pointing。） Imagination。
ZOE Mount of the moon。 You'll meet with a。。。 （She peers at his hands abruptly。） I won't tell you what's not good for you。 Or do you want to know？
BLOOM （Detaches her fingers and offers his palm。） More harm than good。 Here。 Read mine。
BELLA Show。 （She turns up Bloom's hand。） I thought so。 Knobby knuckles； for the women。
ZOE （Peering at Bloom's palm。） Gridiron。 Travels beyond the sea and marry money。
BLOOM Wrong。
ZOE （Quickly。） O； I see。 Short little finger。 Henpecked husband。 That wrong？
（Black Liz； a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle； rises； stretches her wings and clucks。）
BLACK LIZ Gara。 Klook。 Klook。 Klook。
（She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off。）
BLOOM （Points to his hand。） That weal there is an accident。 Fell and cut it twenty…two years ago。 I was sixteen。
ZOE I see； says the blind man。 Tell us news。
STEPHEN See？ Moves to one great goal。 I am twenty two too。 Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled； twentytwo years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse。 （He winces。） Hurt my hand somewhere。 Must see a dentist。 Money？
（Zoe whispers to Florry。 They giggle。 Bloom releases his hand and writes idly on the table in backhand； pencilling slow curves。）
FLORRY What？
（A hackneycar number three hundred and twentyfour； with a gal