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(
The
horse
neighs
.
)
THE
HORSE
:
Hohohohohohoh
!
Hohohohome
!
CORNY
KELLEHER
:
Sure
it
was
Behan
our
jarvey
there
that
told
me
after
we
left
the
two
commercials
in
Mrs
Cohen
’
s
and
I
told
him
to
pull
up
and
got
off
to
see
.
(
He
laughs
.
)
Sober
hearsedrivers
a
speciality
.
Will
I
give
him
a
lift
home
?
Where
does
he
hang
out
?
Somewhere
in
Cabra
,
what
?
BLOOM
:
No
,
in
Sandycove
,
I
believe
,
from
what
he
let
drop
.
(
Stephen
,
prone
,
breathes
to
the
stars
.
Corny
Kelleher
,
asquint
,
drawls
at
the
horse
.
Bloom
,
in
gloom
,
looms
down
.
)
CORNY
KELLEHER
:
(
Scratches
his
nape
.
)
Sandycove
!
(
He
bends
down
and
calls
to
Stephen
.
)
Eh
!
(
He
calls
again
.
)
Eh
!
He
’
s
covered
with
shavings
anyhow
.
Take
care
they
didn
’
t
lift
anything
off
him
.
BLOOM
:
No
,
no
,
no
.
I
have
his
money
and
his
hat
here
and
stick
.
CORNY
KELLEHER
:
Ah
,
well
,
he
’
ll
get
over
it
.
No
bones
broken
.
Well
,
I
’
ll
shove
along
.
(
He
laughs
.
)
I
’
ve
a
rendezvous
in
the
morning
.
Burying
the
dead
.
Safe
home
!
THE
HORSE
:
(
Neighs
.
)
Hohohohohome
.
BLOOM
:
Good
night
.
I
’
ll
just
wait
and
take
him
along
in
a
few
.
.
.
