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You
think
the
ladies
love
you
!
THE
PRISON
GATE
GIRLS
:
If
you
see
Kay
Tell
him
he
may
See
you
in
tea
Tell
him
from
me
.
HORNBLOWER
:
(
In
ephod
and
huntingcap
,
announces
.
)
And
he
shall
carry
the
sins
of
the
people
to
Azazel
,
the
spirit
which
is
in
the
wilderness
,
and
to
Lilith
,
the
nighthag
.
And
they
shall
stone
him
and
defile
him
,
yea
,
all
from
Agendath
Netaim
and
from
Mizraim
,
the
land
of
Ham
.
(
All
the
people
cast
soft
pantomime
stones
at
Bloom
.
Many
bonafide
travellers
and
ownerless
dogs
come
near
him
and
defile
him
.
Mastiansky
and
Citron
approach
in
gaberdines
,
wearing
long
earlocks
.
They
wag
their
beards
at
Bloom
.
)
MASTIANSKY
AND
CITRON
:
Belial
!
Laemlein
of
Istria
,
the
false
Messiah
!
Abulafia
!
Recant
!
(
George
R
Mesias
,
Bloom
’
s
tailor
,
appears
,
a
tailor
’
s
goose
under
his
arm
,
presenting
a
bill
.
)
