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THE
BAWD
:
Ten
shillings
a
maidenhead
.
Fresh
thing
was
never
touched
.
Fifteen
.
There
’
s
no
-
one
in
it
only
her
old
father
that
’
s
dead
drunk
.
(
She
points
.
In
the
gap
of
her
dark
den
furtive
,
rainbedraggled
,
Bridie
Kelly
stands
.
)
BRIDIE
:
Hatch
street
.
Any
good
in
your
mind
?
(
With
a
squeak
she
flaps
her
bat
shawl
and
runs
.
A
burly
rough
pursues
with
booted
strides
.
He
stumbles
on
the
steps
,
recovers
,
plunges
into
gloom
.
Weak
squeaks
of
laughter
are
heard
,
weaker
.
)
THE
BAWD
:
(
Her
wolfeyes
shining
.
)
He
’
s
getting
his
pleasure
.
You
won
’
t
get
a
virgin
in
the
flash
houses
.
Ten
shillings
.
Don
’
t
be
all
night
before
the
polis
in
plain
clothes
sees
us
.
Sixtyseven
is
a
bitch
.
(
Leering
,
Gerty
Macdowell
limps
forward
.
She
draws
from
behind
,
ogling
,
and
shows
coyly
her
bloodied
clout
.
)
GERTY
:
With
all
my
worldly
goods
I
thee
and
thou
.
(
She
murmurs
.
)
You
did
that
.
I
hate
you
.
BLOOM
:
I
?
When
?
You
’
re
dreaming
.
I
never
saw
you
.
THE
BAWD
:
Leave
the
gentleman
alone
,
you
cheat
.
Writing
the
gentleman
false
letters
.
Streetwalking
and
soliciting
.
Better
for
your
mother
take
the
strap
to
you
at
the
bedpost
,
hussy
like
you
.
GERTY
:
(
To
Bloom
.
)
When
you
saw
all
the
secrets
of
my
bottom
drawer
.
(
She
paws
his
sleeve
,
slobbering
.
)
Dirty
married
man
!
I
love
you
for
doing
that
to
me
.
