"BLOOM

I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. (He repeats.) Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats to his avid suction. Ant milks aphis. (Profoundly.) Instinct rules the world. In life. In death."

(U15.2454)
"VIRAG

(Head askew, arches his back and hunched wingshoulders, peers at the moth out of blear bulged eyes, points a horning claw and cries.) Who's moth moth? Who's dear Gerald? Dear Ger, that you? O dear, he is Gerald. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? (He mews.) Puss puss puss puss! (He sighs, draws back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw.) Well, well. He doth rest anon. (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the air.)"

(U15.2459)
"THE MOTH

I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring.
Long ago I was a king
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing, on the wing!
Bing!

(He rushes against the mauve shade flapping noisily)
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats."

(U15.2468)
"(From left upper entrance with two gliding steps Henry Flower comes forward to left front centre. He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer"

(U15.2478)
"and a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head."

(U15.2481)
"He wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. He has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia."

(U15.2482)
"He settles down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips with a passage of his amorous tongue.)

HENRY

(In a low dulcet voice, touching the strings of his guitar.)"

(U15.2485)
"There is a flower that bloometh.

(Virag truculent, his jowl set, stares at the lamp."

(U15.2489)
"Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the piano.)"

(U15.2491)
"STEPHEN

(To himself.) Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my belly with husks of swine. Too much of this. I will arise and go to my. Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I'm partially drunk, by the way. (He touches the keys again.) Minor chord comes now. Yes. Not much however.

(Almidano Artifoni holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.)

ARTIFONI

Ci rifletta. Lei rovina tutto."

(U15.2494)
"FLORRY

Sing us something. Love's old sweet song.

STEPHEN

No voice. I am a most finished artist."

(U15.2505)
"FLORRY

(Smirking.) The bird that can sing and won't sing.

(The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the window embrasure. "

(U15.2510)
"Both are masked with Matthew Arnold's face.)"

(U15.2513)
"PHILIP SOBER

Take a fool's advice. All is not well. Work it out with the buttend of a pencil, like a good young idiot. Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew."

(U15.2515)
"Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles street hospital, Burke's. Eh? I am watching you." (U15.2518)
"FLORRY

And the song?

STEPHEN

Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."

(U15.2528)
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