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MARY
DRISCOLL
:
(
Excitedly
.
)
As
God
is
looking
down
on
me
this
night
if
ever
I
laid
a
hand
to
them
oylsters
!
FIRST
WATCH
:
The
offence
complained
of
?
Did
something
happen
?
MARY
DRISCOLL
:
He
surprised
me
in
the
rere
of
the
premises
,
Your
honour
,
when
the
missus
was
out
shopping
one
morning
with
a
request
for
a
safety
pin
.
He
held
me
and
I
was
discoloured
in
four
places
as
a
result
.
And
he
interfered
twict
with
my
clothing
.
BLOOM
:
She
counterassaulted
.
MARY
DRISCOLL
:
(
Scornfully
.
)
I
had
more
respect
for
the
scouringbrush
,
so
I
had
.
I
remonstrated
with
him
,
Your
lord
,
and
he
remarked
:
keep
it
quiet
.
(
General
laughter
.
)
GEORGE
FOTTRELL
:
(
Clerk
of
the
crown
and
peace
,
resonantly
.
)
Order
in
court
!
The
accused
will
now
make
a
bogus
statement
.
(
Bloom
,
pleading
not
guilty
and
holding
a
fullblown
waterlily
,
begins
a
long
unintelligible
speech
.
They
would
hear
what
counsel
had
to
say
in
his
stirring
address
to
the
grand
jury
.
He
was
down
and
out
but
,
though
branded
as
a
black
sheep
,
if
he
might
say
so
,
he
meant
to
reform
,
to
retrieve
the
memory
of
the
past
in
a
purely
sisterly
way
and
return
to
nature
as
a
purely
domestic
animal
.
A
sevenmonths
’
child
,
he
had
been
carefully
brought
up
and
nurtured
by
an
aged
bedridden
parent
.
There
might
have
been
lapses
of
an
erring
father
but
he
wanted
to
turn
over
a
new
leaf
and
now
,
when
at
long
last
in
sight
of
the
whipping
post
,
to
lead
a
homely
life
in
the
evening
of
his
days
,
permeated
by
the
affectionate
surroundings
of
the
heaving
bosom
of
the
family
.
An
acclimatised
Britisher
,
he
had
seen
that
summer
eve
from
the
footplate
of
an
engine
cab
of
the
Loop
line
railway
company
while
the
rain
refrained
from
falling
glimpses
,
as
it
were
,
through
the
windows
of
loveful
households
in
Dublin
city
and
urban
district
of
scenes
truly
rural
of
happiness
of
the
better
land
with
Dockrell
’
s
wallpaper
at
one
and
ninepence
a
dozen
,
innocent
Britishborn
bairns
lisping
prayers
to
the
Sacred
Infant
,
youthful
scholars
grappling
with
their
pensums
or
model
young
ladies
playing
on
the
pianoforte
or
anon
all
with
fervour
reciting
the
family
rosary
round
the
crackling
Yulelog
while
in
the
boreens
and
green
lanes
the
colleens
with
their
swains
strolled
what
times
the
strains
of
the
organtoned
melodeon
Britannia
metalbound
with
four
acting
stops
and
twelvefold
bellows
,
a
sacrifice
,
greatest
bargain
ever
.
.
.
.
