(General applause. Edward the Seventh lifts his bucket graciously in acknowledgement.)
(to Stephen) Say it again.
(nervous, friendly, pulls himself up) I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the point. You die for your country. Suppose. (he places his arm on Private Carr's sleeve) Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I didn't want it to die. Damn death. Long live life!"
(Levitates over heaps of slain, in the garb and with the halo of Joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescent face.)
My methods are new and are causing surprise.
To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.
Kings and unicorns! (he fills back a pace) Come somewhere and we'll... What was that girl saying ...?"
Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Stick one into Jerry.
(to the privates, softly) He doesn't know what he's saying. Taken a little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I know him. He's a gentleman, a poet. It's all right."
(nods, smiling and laughing) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.
I don't give a bugger who he is.
We don't give a bugger who he is." (U15.4489)
(in medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his helm, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the privates) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!
(to Stephen) Come home. You'll get into trouble.
(swaying) I don't avoid it. He provokes my intelligence.
BIDDY THE CLAP
One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage."
Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.
The red's as good as the green. And better. Up the soldiers! Up King Edward!
(laughs) Ay! Hands up to De Wet."
Send down a dove
With teeth as sharp as razors
To slit the throats
Of the English dogs
That hanged our Irish leaders."
(the ropenoose round his neck, gripes in his issuing bowels with both hands)
I bear no hate to a living thing,
But I love my country beyond the king.”
(Accompanied by two blackmasked assistants, advances with gladstone bag which he opens.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg."