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LYNCH
:
Across
the
world
for
a
wife
.
FLORRY
:
Dreams
goes
by
contraries
.
STEPHEN
:
(
Extends
his
arms
.
)
It
was
here
.
Street
of
harlots
.
In
Serpentine
avenue
Beelzebub
showed
me
her
,
a
fubsy
widow
.
Where
’
s
the
red
carpet
spread
?
BLOOM
:
(
Approaching
Stephen
.
)
Look
.
.
.
STEPHEN
:
No
,
I
flew
.
My
foes
beneath
me
.
And
ever
shall
be
.
World
without
end
.
(
He
cries
.
)
Pater
!
Free
!
BLOOM
:
I
say
,
look
.
.
.
STEPHEN
:
Break
my
spirit
,
will
he
?
O
merde
alors
!
(
He
cries
,
his
vulture
talons
sharpened
.
)
Hola
!
Hillyho
!
(
Simon
Dedalus
’
voice
hilloes
in
answer
,
somewhat
sleepy
but
ready
.
)
SIMON
:
That
’
s
all
right
.
(
He
swoops
uncertainly
through
the
air
,
wheeling
,
uttering
cries
of
heartening
,
on
strong
ponderous
buzzard
wings
.
)
Ho
,
boy
!
Are
you
going
to
win
?
Hoop
!
Pschatt
!
Stable
with
those
halfcastes
.
Wouldn
’
t
let
them
within
the
bawl
of
an
ass
.
Head
up
!
Keep
our
flag
flying
!
An
eagle
gules
volant
in
a
field
argent
displayed
.
Ulster
king
at
arms
!
Haihoop
!
(
He
makes
the
beagle
’
s
call
,
giving
tongue
.
)
Bulbul
!
Burblblburblbl
!
Hai
,
boy
!
