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BELLO
:
(
Imperiously
.
)
O
,
get
out
,
you
skunk
!
Hold
your
tongue
!
Speak
when
you
’
re
spoken
to
.
BLOOM
:
(
Bows
.
)
Master
!
Mistress
!
Mantamer
!
(
He
lifts
his
arms
.
His
bangle
bracelets
fall
.
)
BELLO
:
(
Satirically
.
)
By
day
you
will
souse
and
bat
our
smelling
underclothes
also
when
we
ladies
are
unwell
,
and
swab
out
our
latrines
with
dress
pinned
up
and
a
dishclout
tied
to
your
tail
.
Won
’
t
that
be
nice
?
(
He
places
a
ruby
ring
on
her
finger
.
)
And
there
now
!
With
this
ring
I
thee
own
.
Say
,
thank
you
,
mistress
.
BLOOM
:
Thank
you
,
mistress
.
BELLO
:
You
will
make
the
beds
,
get
my
tub
ready
,
empty
the
pisspots
in
the
different
rooms
,
including
old
Mrs
Keogh
’
s
the
cook
’
s
,
a
sandy
one
.
Ay
,
and
rinse
the
seven
of
them
well
,
mind
,
or
lap
it
up
like
champagne
.
Drink
me
piping
hot
.
Hop
!
You
will
dance
attendance
or
I
’
ll
lecture
you
on
your
misdeeds
,
Miss
Ruby
,
and
spank
your
bare
bot
right
well
,
miss
,
with
the
hairbrush
.
You
’
ll
be
taught
the
error
of
your
ways
.
At
night
your
wellcreamed
braceletted
hands
will
wear
fortythreebutton
gloves
newpowdered
with
talc
and
having
delicately
scented
fingertips
.
For
such
favours
knights
of
old
laid
down
their
lives
.
(
He
chuckles
.
)
My
boys
will
be
no
end
charmed
to
see
you
so
ladylike
,
the
colonel
,
above
all
,
when
they
come
here
the
night
before
the
wedding
to
fondle
my
new
attraction
in
gilded
heels
.
First
I
’
ll
have
a
go
at
you
myself
.
A
man
I
know
on
the
turf
named
Charles
Alberta
Marsh
(
I
was
in
bed
with
him
just
now
and
another
gentleman
out
of
the
Hanaper
and
Petty
Bag
office
)
is
on
the
lookout
for
a
maid
of
all
work
at
a
short
knock
.
Swell
the
bust
.
Smile
.
Droop
shoulders
.
What
offers
?
(
He
points
.
)
For
that
lot
.
Trained
by
owner
to
fetch
and
carry
,
basket
in
mouth
.
(
He
bares
his
arm
and
plunges
it
elbowdeep
in
Bloom
’
s
vulva
.
)
There
’
s
fine
depth
for
you
!
What
,
boys
?
That
give
you
a
hardon
?
(
He
shoves
his
arm
in
a
bidder
’
s
face
.
)
Here
wet
the
deck
and
wipe
it
round
!
A
BIDDER
:
A
florin
.
(
Dillon
’
s
lacquey
rings
his
handbell
.
)
THE
LACQUEY
:
Barang
!
