CIRCE
"(He plodges through their sump towards the lighted street beyond. From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the navvy and the two redcoats.)
THE NAVVY
(Belching.) Where's the bloody house?
THE SHEBEENKEEPER
Purdon street. Shilling a bottle of stout. Respectable woman."
(U15.604)
