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Fragende
Frau
,
Macht
uns
alle
kaputt
.
ZOE
:
(
Tragically
.
)
Hamlet
,
I
am
thy
father
’
s
gimlet
!
(
She
takes
his
hand
.
)
Blue
eyes
beauty
I
’
ll
read
your
hand
.
(
She
points
to
his
forehead
.
)
No
wit
,
no
wrinkles
.
(
She
counts
.
)
Two
,
three
,
Mars
,
that
’
s
courage
.
(
Stephen
shakes
his
head
.
)
No
kid
.
LYNCH
:
Sheet
lightning
courage
.
The
youth
who
could
not
shiver
and
shake
.
(
To
Zoe
.
)
Who
taught
you
palmistry
?
ZOE
:
(
Turns
.
)
Ask
my
ballocks
that
I
haven
’
t
got
.
(
To
Stephen
.
)
I
see
it
in
your
face
.
The
eye
,
like
that
.
(
She
frowns
with
lowered
head
.
)
LYNCH
:
(
Laughing
,
slaps
Kitty
behind
twice
.
)
Like
that
.
Pandybat
.
(
Twice
loudly
a
pandybat
cracks
,
the
coffin
of
the
pianola
flies
open
,
the
bald
little
round
jack
-
in
-
the
-
box
head
of
Father
Dolan
springs
up
.
)
FATHER
DOLAN
:
Any
boy
want
flogging
?
Broke
his
glasses
?
Lazy
idle
little
schemer
.
See
it
in
your
eye
.
(
Mild
,
benign
,
rectorial
,
reproving
,
the
head
of
Don
John
Conmee
rises
from
the
pianola
coffin
.
)
