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Drinking
whisky
,
beer
and
wine
!
PRIVATE
CARR
:
Here
.
What
are
you
saying
about
my
king
?
STEPHEN
:
(
Throws
up
his
hands
.
)
O
,
this
is
too
monotonous
!
Nothing
.
He
wants
my
money
and
my
life
,
though
want
must
be
his
master
,
for
some
brutish
empire
of
his
.
Money
I
haven
’
t
.
(
He
searches
his
pockets
vaguely
.
)
Gave
it
to
someone
.
PRIVATE
CARR
:
Who
wants
your
bleeding
money
?
STEPHEN
:
(
Tries
to
move
off
.
)
Will
someone
tell
me
where
I
am
least
likely
to
meet
these
necessary
evils
?
Ça
se
voit
aussi
à
Paris
.
Not
that
I
.
.
.
But
,
by
Saint
Patrick
.
.
.
!
(
The
women
’
s
heads
coalesce
.
Old
Gummy
Granny
in
sugarloaf
hat
appears
seated
on
a
toadstool
,
the
deathflower
of
the
potato
blight
on
her
breast
.
)
STEPHEN
:
Aha
!
I
know
you
,
gammer
!
Hamlet
,
revenge
!
The
old
sow
that
eats
her
farrow
!
OLD
GUMMY
GRANNY
:
(
Rocking
to
and
fro
.
)
Ireland
’
s
sweetheart
,
the
king
of
Spain
’
s
daughter
,
alanna
.
Strangers
in
my
house
,
bad
manners
to
them
!
(
She
keens
with
banshee
woe
.
)
Ochone
!
Ochone
!
Silk
of
the
kine
!
(
She
wails
.
)
You
met
with
poor
old
Ireland
and
how
does
she
stand
?
STEPHEN
:
How
do
I
stand
you
?
The
hat
trick
!
Where
’
s
the
third
person
of
the
Blessed
Trinity
?
Soggarth
Aroon
?
The
reverend
Carrion
Crow
.
