The Abbey Theatre (= National Theatre of Ireland), opened on December 27th 1904, in a building on Lower Abbey street known as The Mechanics' Hall. The programme, of which Mulligan and Haines had a sneak preview, was 3 one-act plays: 'On Baile's Strand' and 'Cathleen Ni Houlihan' by W.B. Yeats, and 'Spreading the News' by Lady Gregory.
He spat blank." (U9.1131)
The Abbey was closely associated with the Celtic Revival. Its founding was the joint effort of the Irish Literary Theatre (founded 1899 by Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn and W.B. Yeats, with the help of George Moore), Irish actors William and Frank Fay, and manager Annie Horniman."
Sir Thomas Lucy (1532 - 1560) was an English squire in Warwickshire. Nicholas Rowe wrote (1710) that Lucy prosecuted Shakespeare for stealing a deer from Charlecote Park in 1585, and the bard aggravated the offense by mocking Lucy in a ballad. The incident, it is said, drove Shakespeare from Stratford to London.
He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
— The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time." (U9.1160)
He stopped at the stairfoot.
— I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.
The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:
—Everyman His Own Wife
A Honeymoon in the Hand
(a national immorality in three orgasms)
He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
— The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.
He read, marcato:
TOBY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)
MEDICAL DICK |
and } (two birds with one stone)
MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)
ROSALIE (the coalquay whore). (U9.1165)
— O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!
— The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever lifted them." (U9.1190)
Here I watched the birds for augury. Ængus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see." (U9.1205)