THE BELLS Haltyaltyaltyall。
BLOOM （Halts erect stung by a spasm。） Ow。
（He looks round； darts forward suddenly。 Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer； travelling at caution； slews heavily down upon him； its huge red headlight winking； its trolley hissing on the wire。 The motorman bangs his footgong。）
THE GONG Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo。
（The brake cracks violently。 Bloom； raising a policeman's whitegloved hand； blunders stifflegged； out of the track。 The motorman thrown forward； pugnosed； on the guidewheel； yells as he slides past over chains and keys。）
THE MOTORMAN Hey； shitbreeches； are you doing the hattrick？
BLOOM （Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again。 He brushes a mudflake from his cheek with a parcelled hand。） No thoroughfare。 Close shave that but cured the stitch。 Must take up Sandow's exercises again。 On the hands down。 Insure against street accident too。 The Providential。 （He feels his trouser pocket。） Poor mamma's panacea。 Heel easily catch in tracks or bootlace in a cog。 Day the wheel of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner。 Third time is the charm。 Shoe trick。 Insolent driver。 I ought to report him。 Tension makes them nervous。 Might be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman。 Same style of beauty。 Quick of him all the same。 The stiff walk。 True word spoken in jest。 That awful cramp in Lad lane。 Something poisonous I ate。 Emblem of luck。 Why？ Probably lost cattle。 Mark of the beast。 （He closes his eyes an instant。） Bit light in the head。 Monthly or effect of the other。 Brainfogfag。 That tired feeling。 Too much for me now。 Ow！
（A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O'Beirnes wall； a visage unknown； injected with dark mercury。 From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye。）
BLOOM Buenos noches； se？orita Blanca； que calle es esta？
THE FIGURE （Impassive； raises a signal arm。） Password。 Sraid Mabbot。
BLOOM Haha。 Merci。 Esperanto。 Slan leath。 （He mutters。） Gaelic league spy； sent by that fireeater。
（He steps forward。 A sackshouldered ragman bars his path。 He steps left； ragsackman left。）
BLOOM I beg。 （He swerves； sidles； stepsaside； slips past and on。）
BLOOM Keep to the right； right； right。 If there is a fingerpost planted by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon？ I who lost my way and contributed to the columns of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed； In darkest Stepaside。 Keep； keep； keep to the right。 Rags and bones； at midnight。 A fence more likely。 First place murderer makes for。 Wash off his sins of the world。
（Jacky Caffrey； hunted by Tommy Caffrey； runs full tilt against Bloom。）
BLOOM O！
（Shocked； on weak hams； he halts。 Tommy and Jacky vanish there； there。 Bloom pats with parcelled hands watch； fobpocket； bookpocket； pursepocket； sweets of sin； potato soap。）
BLOOM Beware of pickpockets。 Old thieves' dodge。 Collide。 Then snatch your purse。
（The retriever approaches sniffling； nose to the ground。 A sprawled form sneezes。 A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan of an elder in Zion and a smoking cap with magenta tassels。 Horned spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose。 Yellow poison streaks are on the drawn face。）
RUDOLPH Second halfcrown waste money today。 I told you not go with drunken goy ever。 So。 You catch no money。
BLOOM （Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and； crestfallen； feels warm and cold feetmeat） Ja； ich weiss； papachi。
RUDOLPH What you making down this place？ Have you no soul？ （With feeble vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom） Are you not my son Leopold； the grandson of Leopold？ Are you not my dear son Leopold who left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob？
BLOOM （With precaution。） I suppose so； father。 Mosenthal。 All that's left of him。
RUDOLPH （Severely。） One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money。 What you call them running chaps？
BLOOM （In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips； narrowshouldered； in brown Alpine hat； wearing gent's sterling silver waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached； one side of him coated with stiffening mud。） Harriers； father。 Only that once。
RUDOLPH Once！ Mud head to foot。 Cut your hand open。 Lockjaw。 They make you kaput； Leopoldleben。 You watch them chaps。
BLOOM （Weakly。） They challenged me to a sprint。 It was muddy。 I slipped。
RUDOLPH （With contempt） Ooim nachez。 Nice spectacles for your poor mother！
BLOOM Mamma！
ELLEN BLOOM （In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap； crinoline and bustle； widow Twankey's blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind； grey mittens and cameo brooch； her hairplaited in a crisping net； appears over the staircase banisters； a slanted candlestick in her hand and cries out in shrill alarm。） O blessed Redeemer； what have they done to him！ My smelling salts！ （She hauls up a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her striped blay petticoat。 A phial； an Agnus Dei； a shrivelled potato and a celluloid doll fall out。） Sacred Heart of Mary； where were you at all； at all？
（Bloom； mumbling； his eyes downcast； begins to bestow his parcels in his filled pockets but desists； muttering。）
A VOICE （Sharply。） Poldy！
BLOOM Who？ （He ducks and wards off a blow clumsily。） At your service。
（He looks up。 Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him。 Opulent curves fill out her scarlet trousers and jacket slashed with gold。 A wide yells cummerbund girdles her。 A white yashmak violet in the night； covers her face； leaving free only her lace dark eyes and raven hair。）
BLOOM Molly！
MARION Welly？ Mrs Marion from this out； my dear man； when you speak to me。 （Satirically。） Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long？
BLOOM （Shifts from foot to foot。） No； no。 Not the least little bit。
（He breathes in deep agitation； swallowing gulps of air questions； hopes； crubeens for her supper things to tell her excuses； desire； spellbound。 A coin gleams on her forehead。 On her feet are jewelled toerings。 Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain。 Beside her a camel； hooded with a turreting turban； waits。 A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah。 He ambles near with disgruntled hindquarters。 Fiercely she slaps his haunch； her goldcurb wristbangles angriling； scolding him in Moorish。）
MARION Nebrakada！ Feminimum。
（The camel； lifting a foreleg； plucks from a tree a lace mango fruit； offers it to his mistress； blinking； in his cloven hoof then droops his head and； grunting； with uplifted neck； fumbles to kneel。 Bloom stoops his back for leapfrog。）
BLOOM I can give you。。。 I mean as your business menagerer Mrs Marion。。。 if you。。。
MARION So you notice some change？ （Her hands passing slowly over her trinketed stomacher。 A slow friendly mockery in her eyes。） O Poldy； Poldy； you are a poor old stick in the mud！ Go and see life。 See the wide world。
BLOOM I was just going back for that lotion whitewax； orangeflower water。 Shop closes early on Thursday。 But the first thing in the morning。 （He pats divers pockets。） This moving kidney。 Ah！
（He points to the south； then to the east。 A cake of new clean lemon soap arises； diffusing light and perfume。）
THE SOAP
We're a capital couple are Bloom and I；
He brightens the earth； I polish the sky。
（The freckled face of Sweny； the druggist； appeals in the disc of the soapsun。）
SWENY Three and a penny； please。
BLOOM Yes。 For my wife； Mrs Marion。 Special recipe。
MARION （Softly。） Poldy！
BLOOM Yes； ma'am？
MARION Ti trema un poco il cuore？
（In disdain she saunters away； plump as a pampered pouter pigeon； humming the duet from Don Giovanni）
BLOOM Are you sure about that Voglio？ I mean the pronunciati。。。
（He follows； followed by the sniffing terrier。 The elderly bawd seizes his sleeve； the bristles of her chinmole glittering。）
THE BAWD Ten shillings a maidenhead。 Fresh thing was never touched。 Fifteen。 There's no…one in it only her old father that's dead drunk。
（She points。 In the gap of her dark den furtive； rainbedraggled Bridie Kelly stands。）
BRIDIE Hatch street。 Any good in your mind？
（With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs。 A burly rough pursues with booted strides。 He stumbles on the steps； recovers； plunges into gloom。 Weak squeaks of laughter are heard； weaker。）
THE BAWD （Her wolfeyes shining。） He's getting his pleasure。 You won't get a virgin in the flash houses。 Ten shillings。 Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us。 Sixtyseven is a bitch。
（Leering Gerty MacDowell limps forward。 She draws from behind ogling； and shows coyly her bloodied clout。）
GERTY With all my worldly goods I thee and thou。 （She murmurs。） You did that。 I hate you。
BLOOM I？ When？ You're dreaming。 I never saw you。
THE BAWD Leave the gentleman alone； you cheat。 Writing the gentleman false letters。 Streetwalking and soliciting。 Better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost； hussy like you。
GERTY （To Bloom。） When you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer。 （She paws his sleeve； slobbering。） Dirty married man！ I love you for doing that to me。
（She slides away crookedly。 Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets； stands in the causeway； her roguish eyes wideopen； smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth。）
MRS BREEN Mr。
BLOOM （Coughs gravely。） Madam； when we last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant 。
MRS BREEN Mr Bloom！ You down here in the haunts of sin！ I caught you nicely！ Scamp！
BLOOM （Hurriedly。） Not so loud my name。 Whatever do you think me？ Don't give me away。 Walls have hears。 How do you do？ It's ages since I。 You're looking splendid。 Absolutely it。 Seasonable weather we are having this time of year。 Black refracts heat。 Short cut home here。 Interesting quarter。 Rescue of fallen women Magdalen asylum。 I am the secretary。。。
MRS BREEN （Holds up a finger。） Now don't tell a big fib！ I know somebody won't like that。 O just wait till I see Molly！ （Slily。） Account for yourself this very minute or woe betide you！
BLOOM （Looks behind。） She often said she'd like to visit。 Slumming。 The exotic； you see。 Negro servants too in livery if she had money。 Othello black brute。 Eugen