LYNCH Vive le vampire！
THE WHORES Bravo！ Parleyvoo！
STEPHEN （Grimacing with head back； laughs loudly； clapping himself） Great success of laughing。 Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians。 Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable cos turned。 Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans？ （He points about him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores reply to。） Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptoms virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times。 Enter gentlemen to see in mirrors every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omelette on the belly pièce de Shakespeare。
BELLA （Clapping her belly； sinks back on the sofa with a shout of laughter。） An omelette on the。。。 Ho！ ho！ ho！ ho！。。。 Omelette on the。。。
STEPHEN （Mincingly。） I love you； Sir darling。 Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale。 O yes； mon loup。 How much cost？ Waterloo。 Watercloset。 （He ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger。）
BELLA （Laughing。） Omelette。。。
THE WHORES （Laughing。） Encore！ Encore！
STEPHEN Mark me。 I dreamt of a watermelon。
ZOE Go abroad and love a foreign lady。
LYNCH Across the world for a wife。
FLORRY Dreams go by contraries。
STEPHEN （Extending his arms。） It was here。 Street of harlots。 In Serpentine Avenue Beelzebub showed me her； a fubsy widow。 Where's the red carpet spread？
BLOOM （Approaching Stephen。） Look。
STEPHEN No； I flew。 My foes beneath me。 And ever shall be。 World without end。 （He cries。） Pater！ Free！
BLOOM I say； look。。。
STEPHEN Break my spirit； will he？ O merde alors！ （He cries； his vulture talons sharpened。） Hola！ Hillyho！
（Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer； somewhat sleepy but ready。）
SIMON That's all right。 （He swoops uncertainly through the air； wheeling； uttering cries of heartening； on strong ponderous buzzard wings。） Ho； boy！ Are you going to win？ Hoop！ Pschatt！ Stable with those halfcastes。 Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass。 Head up！ Keep our flag flying！ An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed。 Ulster king at arms！ hai hoop！ （He makes the beagle's call giving tongue。） Bulbul！ Burblblbrurblbl！ Hai； boy！
（The fronds and spaces of the wallpaper file rapidly across country。 A stout fox drawn from covert； brush pointed； having buried his grandmother； runs swift for the open； bright…eyed； seeking badger earth； under the leaves。 The pack of staghounds follows； nose to the ground； sniffing their quarry； beaglebaying； burblbrblng to be blooded。 Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them； hot for a kill。 From Six Mile Point； Flathouse； Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks； salmongaffs； lassos； flockmasters with stockwhips； bearbaiters with tomtoms； toreadors with bullswords； grey negroes waving torches。 The crowd bowls of dicers； crown and anchor players； thimbleriggers； broadsmen。 Crows and touts； hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly。）
THE CROWD
Card of the races。 Racing card！
Ten to one the field！
Tommy on the clay here！
Tommy on the clay！
Ten to one bar one。
Ten to one bar one。
Try your luck on spinning Jenny！
Ten to one bar one！
Sell the monkey； boys！
Sell the monkey！
I'll give ten to one！
Ten to one bar one！
（A dark horse； riderless； bolts like a phantom past the winningpost； his mane moonfoaming； his eyeballs stars。 The field follows； a bunch of bucking mounts。 Skeleton horses： Sceptre； Maximum the Second； Zinfandel； the Duke of Westminsters Shotover； Repulse； the Duke of Beauforts' Ceylon； prix de Paris。 Dwarfs ride them； rusty armoured； leaping； leaping in their saddles。 in a drizzle of rain； on a broken…winded isabelle nag； Cock of the North； the favourite； honey cap； green jacket； orange sleeves； Garrett Deasy up； gripping the reins； a hockey stick at the ready。 His nag； stumbling on whitegaitered feet； jogs along the rocky road。）
THE ORANGE LODGES （Jeering。） Get down and push； mister。 lap！ You'll be home the night！
GARRETT DEASY （Bolt upright； his nailscraped face plastered with postage stamps； brandishes his hockeystick； his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at a schooling gallop。） Per vias rectas！
（A yoke of buckets leopards all over him and his rearing nag； a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots； barley； onions； turnips； potatoes。）
THE GREEN LODGES Soft day； sir John！ Soft day； your honour！
（Private Carr； Private pton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows； singing in discord。）
STEPHEN Hark！ Our friend； noise in the street！
ZOE （Holds up her hand。） Stop！
PRIVATE CARR； PRIVATE PTON and CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort a
Yorkshire relish for。。。
ZOE That's me。 （She claps her hands。） Dance！ Dance！ （She runs to the pianola。） Who has twopence？
BLOOM Who'll。
LYNCH （Handing her coins。） Here。
STEPHEN （Cracking his fingers impatiently。） Quick！ Quick！ Where's my augur's rod？ （He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant； beating his foot in tripudium。）
ZOE （Turns the drumhandle。） There。
（She drops two pennies in the slot。 Glow pink and violet lights start forth。 The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz。 Professor Goodwin； in a bowknotted periwig； in court dress； wearing a stained inverness cape； bent in two from incredible age； totters across the room； his hands fluttering。 He sits tinily on the piano stool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard； nodding with damsels grace； his bowknot bobbing。）
ZOE （Twirls around herself heeltapping。） Dance。 Anybody here for there？ Who'll dance？
（The pianola； with changing lights； plays in waltz time the prelude to My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl。 Stephen throws his ashplant on the table and seizes Zoe around the waist。 Florry and Bella push the table towards the fireplace。 Stephen； aiming Zoe with exaggerated grace； begins to waltz her around the room。 Her sleeve； falling from gracing arms； reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination。 Bloom stands aside。 Between the curtains； Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat。 With a deft kick； he sends it spinning to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in。 He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels； a go…et of cream tulle； a green lowcut waistcoat； stock collar with white kerchief tight lavender trousers； patent pumps and canary gloves。 In his buttonhole is a dahlia。 He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane； then wedges it tight in his oxter。 He places a hand limply on his breastbone； bows and fondles his flower and buttons。）
MAGINNI The poetry of motion； art of callisthenics。 No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levinstone's。 Fancy dress balls arranged。 Deportment。 The Katty Lanner steps。 So。 Watch me！ My terpsichorean abilities。 （He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet。） Tout le monde an avant！ Révérence！ Tout le monde en place！
（The prelude ceases。 Professor Goodwin； beating vague arms；shrivels； shrinks； his live cape falling about the stool。 The air； in firmer waltz time； pounds。 Stephen and Zoe circle freely。 The lights change； glow； fade； gold； rose； violet。）
THE PIANOLA Two young fellows were talking about their girls； girls； girls； Sweethearts they'd left behind。
（From a corner the morning hours run out； goldhaired； slim； in girlish blue； waspwaisted； with innocent hands。 Nimbly they dance； twirling their skipping ropes。 The hours of noon follow in amber gold。 Laughing linked； high hairbs flashing； they catch the sun in mocking mirrors； lifting their arms。）
MAGINNI （Clipclaps glovesilent hands。） Carré！ Avant deux！ Breathe evenly！ Balance！
（The morning and noon hours waltz in their places； turning； advancing to each other； shaping their curves； bowing vis a vis。 Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms； with hands descending to； touching； rising from their shoulders。）
HOURS You may touch my。
CAVALIERS May I touch your？
HOURS O； but lightly！
CAVALIERS O； so lightly！
THE PIANOLA My little shy little lass has a waist。
（Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing。 The twilight hours advance； from long landshadows； dispersed； lagging； languideyed； their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom。 They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze。）
MAGINNI Avant！ huit！ Traversé！ Salut！ Cours de mains！ Croisé！
（The eight hours steal to the last place。 Morning； noon and twilight hours retreat before them。 They are masked； with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells。 Weary； they curchycurchy under veils。）
THE BRACELETS Heigho！ Heigho！
ZOE （Twisting； her hand to her brow。） O！
MAGINNI Los tiroirs！ Cha？ne de dames！ La corbeille！ Dos à dos！
（Arabesquing wearily； they weave a pattern on the floor； weaving； unweaving； curtseying； twisting； simply swirling。）
ZOE I'm giddy。
（She frees herself droops on a chair； Stephen seizes Florry and turns with her。）
MAGINNI Boulangère！ Los ronds！ Los ponts！ Chevaux de bois！ Escargots！
（Twining； receding； with interchanging hands； the night hours link； each with arching arms； in a mosaic of movements。 Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously。）
MAGINNI Dansez avec vos dames！ Changes de dames！ Donnes le petit bouquet a votre dame！ Remerciez！
THE PIANOLA
Best； best of all；
Baraabum！
KITTY （Jumps up。） O； they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar！
（She runs to Stephen。 He leaves Florry brusquely and seizes Kitty。 A screaming bit tern's harsh high whistle shrieks。 Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room。）
THE PIANOLA My girl's a Yorkshire girl。
ZOE Yorkshire through and through。 e on all！
（She seizes Florry and waltzes her。）
STEPHEN Pas seul！
（He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arm's； snatches up his ashplant from the table and takes the floor。 All wheel； whirl； waltz； twirl。 Bloombella； Kittylynch； Florryzoe； jujuby women。 Stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under thigh； with clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho horn blower blue green yellow flashes。 Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse ri