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BEN
DOLLARD
:
(
Nakkering
castanet
bones
in
his
huge
padded
paws
,
yodels
jovially
in
base
barreltone
.
)
When
love
absorbs
my
ardent
soul
.
(
The
virgins
Nurse
Callan
and
Nurse
Quigley
burst
through
the
ringkeepers
and
the
ropes
and
mob
him
with
open
arms
.
)
THE
VIRGINS
:
(
Gushingly
.
)
Big
Ben
!
Ben
my
Chree
!
A
VOICE
:
Hold
that
fellow
with
the
bad
breeches
.
BEN
DOLLARD
:
(
Smites
his
thigh
in
abundant
laughter
.
)
Hold
him
now
.
HENRY
:
(
Caressing
on
his
breast
a
severed
female
head
,
murmurs
.
)
Thine
heart
,
mine
love
.
(
He
plucks
his
lutestrings
.
)
When
first
I
saw
.
.
.
VIRAG
:
(
Sloughing
his
skins
,
his
multitudinous
plumage
moulting
.
)
Rats
!
(
He
yawns
,
showing
a
coalblack
throat
,
and
closes
his
jaws
by
an
upward
push
of
his
parchmentroll
.
)
After
having
said
which
I
took
my
departure
.
Farewell
.
Fare
thee
well
.
Dreck
!
(
Henry
Flower
combs
his
moustache
and
beard
rapidly
with
a
pocketcomb
and
gives
a
cow
’
s
lick
to
his
hair
.
Steered
by
his
rapier
,
he
glides
to
the
door
,
his
wild
harp
slung
behind
him
.
Virag
reaches
the
door
in
two
ungainly
stilthops
,
his
tail
cocked
,
and
deftly
claps
sideways
on
the
wall
a
pusyellow
flybill
,
butting
it
with
his
head
.
)
THE
FLYBILL
:
K
.
11
.
Post
No
Bills
.
Strictly
confidential
.
Dr
Hy
Franks
.
HENRY
:
All
is
lost
now
.
