If you see Kay
Tell him he may
See you in tea
Tell him from me.
HORNBLOWER: _(In ephod and huntingcap, announces.)_ And he shall carry
the sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the
wilderness, and to Lilith, the nighthag. And they shall stone him and
defile him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the land of
Ham.
_(All the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom. Many bonafide
travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and defile him. Mastiansky
and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing long earlocks. They wag
their beards at Bloom.)_
MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Belial! Laemlein of Istria, the false Messiah!
Abulafia! Recant!
_(George R Mesias, Bloom’s tailor, appears, a tailor’s goose under his
arm, presenting a bill.)_
MESIAS: To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.
BLOOM: _(Rubs his hands cheerfully.)_ Just like old times. Poor Bloom!
_(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded Iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing on his
shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the pillory.)_
REUBEN J: _(Whispers hoarsely.)_ The squeak is out. A split is gone for
the flatties. Nip the first rattler.
THE FIRE BRIGADE: Pflaap!
BROTHER BUZZ: _(Invests Bloom in a yellow habit with embroidery of
painted flames and high pointed hat. He places a bag of gunpowder round
his neck and hands him over to the civil power, saying.)_ Forgive him
his trespasses.
_(Lieutenant Myers of the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets
fire to Bloom. Lamentations.)_
THE CITIZEN: Thank heaven!
BLOOM: _(In a seamless garment marked I. H. S. stands upright amid
phoenix flames.)_ Weep not for me, O daughters of Erin.
_(He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning. The daughters of
Erin, in black garments, with large prayerbooks and long lighted
candles in their hands, kneel down and pray.)_