Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
Send
us
bright
one,
light
one, Horhorn, quickening
and
wombfruit.
Send
us
bright
one,
light
one, Horhorn, quickening
and
wombfruit.
Send
us
bright
one,
light
one, Horhorn, quickening
and
wombfruit. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Universally
that
person's
acumen
is
esteemed
very
little
perceptive
concerning whatsoever matters
are
being held
as
most
profitably
by
mortals
with
sapience
endowed
to
be
studied
who
is
ignorant
of
that
which
the
most
in
doctrine
erudite
and
certainly
by
reason
of
that
in
them
high mind's
ornament
deserving
of
veneration
constantly
maintain
when
by
general
consent
they
affirm
that
other
circumstances being equal
by
no
exterior
splendour
is
the
prosperity
of
a
nation
more
efficaciously asserted
than
by
the
measure
of
how
far
forward
may
have
progressed the
tribute
of
its
solicitude
for
that
proliferent
continuance
which
of
evils the
original
if
it
be
absent
when
fortunately
present
constitutes the
certain
sign
of
omnipotent
nature's incorrupted benefaction.
For
who
is
there
who
anything
of
some
significance
has apprehended but
is
conscious
that
that
exterior
splendour
may
be
the surface
of
a
downwardtending lutulent
reality
or
on
the
contrary
anyone
so
is
there unilluminated
as
not
to
perceive
that
as
no nature's
boon
can
contend
against the
bounty
of
increase
so
it
behoves
every
most
just
citizen
to
become
the exhortator
and
admonisher
of
his
semblables
and
to
tremble
lest
what
had
in
the past been
by
the
nation
excellently commenced
might
be
in
the
future
not
with
similar
excellence
accomplished
if
an inverecund
habit
shall
have
gradually traduced the
honourable
by
ancestors transmitted customs
to
that
thither
of
profundity
that
that
one
was
audacious
excessively
who
would
have
the hardihood
to
rise
affirming
that
no
more
odious
offence
can
for
anyone
be
than
to
oblivious
neglect
to
consign
that
evangel
simultaneously
command
and
promise
which
on
all mortals
with
prophecy
of
abundance
or
with
diminution's
menace
that
exalted
of
reiteratedly procreating function
ever
irrevocably enjoined?
It
is
not
why
therefore
we
shall
wonder
if,
as
the
best
historians relate,
among
the Celts,
who
nothing
that
was
not
in
its
nature
admirable
admired, the
art
of
medicine
shall
have
been
highly
honoured. Not
to
speak
of
hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves,
their
greatest doctors, the O'Shiels, the O'Hickeys, the O'Lees,
have
sedulously
set
down
the
divers
methods
by
which
the
sick
and
the relapsed found
again
health
whether
the
malady
had been the trembling withering
or
loose
boyconnell flux. Certainly
in
every
public
work
which
in
it
anything
of
gravity
contains
preparation
should
be
with
importance
commensurate
and
therefore
a
plan
was
by
them
adopted (whether
by
having preconsidered
or
as
the
maturation
of
experience
it
is
difficult
in
being said
which
the discrepant opinions
of
subsequent
inquirers
are
not
up
to
the
present
congrued
to
render manifest) whereby
maternity
was
so
far
from
all
accident
possibility
removed
that
whatever
care
the
patient
in
that
all hardest
of
woman
hour
chiefly required
and
not solely
for
the copiously
opulent
but
also
for
her
who
not being sufficiently
moneyed
scarcely
and
often
not
even
scarcely
could
subsist
valiantly
and
for
an
inconsiderable
emolument
was
provided.
To
her
nothing
already
then
and
thenceforward
was
anyway
able
to
be
molestful
for
this
chiefly felt all citizens
except
with
proliferent mothers
prosperity
at
all not
to
can
be
and
as
they
had received
eternity
gods mortals
generation
to
befit
them
her beholding,
when
the
case
was
so
hoving itself,
parturient
in
vehicle
thereward carrying
desire
immense
among
all
one
another
was
impelling
on
of
her
to
be
received
into
that
domicile. O
thing
of
prudent
nation
not merely
in
being seen but
also
even
in
being related
worthy
of
being praised
that
they
her
by
anticipation
went
seeing
mother,
that
she
by
them
suddenly
to
be
about
to
be
cherished had been begun
she
felt! Before born bliss
babe
had. Within
womb
won
he
worship. Whatever
in
that
one
case
done commodiously done was.
A
couch
by
midwives attended
with
wholesome
food
reposeful, cleanest swaddles
as
though forthbringing
were
now
done
and
by
wise
foresight
set: but
to
this
no less
of
what
drugs there
is
need
and
surgical implements
which
are
pertaining
to
her
case
not omitting
aspect
of
all
very
distracting spectacles
in
various
latitudes
by
our
terrestrial
orb
offered
together
with
images,
divine
and
human, the
cogitation
of
which
by
sejunct females
is
to
tumescence
conducive
or
eases
issue
in
the high sunbright wellbuilt
fair
home
of
mothers when, ostensibly
far
gone
and
reproductitive,
it
is
come
by
her
thereto
to
lie
in, her term up.
Some
man
that
wayfaring
was
stood
by
housedoor
at
night's oncoming.
Of
Israel's
folk
was
that
man
that
on
earth
wandering
far
had fared.
Stark
ruth
of
man
his
errand
that
him
lone
led
till
that
house.
Of
that
house
A. Horne
is
lord. Seventy beds keeps
he
there teeming mothers
are
wont
that
they
lie
for
to
thole
and
bring
forth
bairns
hale
so
God's
angel
to
Mary quoth. Watchers tway there walk,
white
sisters
in
ward
sleepless. Smarts
they
still,
sickness
soothing:
in
twelve
moons
thrice
an hundred. Truest bedthanes
they
twain are,
for
Horne holding wariest ward.
In
ward
wary
the watcher hearing
come
that
man
mildhearted
eft
rising
with
swire ywimpled
to
him
her gate
wide
undid. Lo, levin leaping lightens
in
eyeblink Ireland's
westward
welkin.
Full
she
drad
that
God
the Wreaker all
mankind
would
fordo
with
water
for
his
evil
sins. Christ's
rood
made
she
on
breastbone
and
him
drew
that
he
would rathe infare under her thatch.
That
man
her
will
wotting worthful went
in
Horne's house. Loth
to
irk
in
Horne's
hall
hat
holding the seeker stood.
On
her
stow
he
ere
was
living
with
dear
wife
and
lovesome
daughter
that
then
over
land
and
seafloor
nine
years had
long
outwandered.
Once
her
in
townhithe
meeting
he
to
her
bow
had not doffed. Her
to
forgive
now
he
craved
with
good
ground
of
her allowed
that
that
of
him
swiftseen face, hers,
so
young
then
had looked.
Light
swift her eyes kindled,
bloom
of
blushes
his
word
winning.
As
her eyes
then
ongot
his
weeds
swart
therefor
sorrow
she
feared.
Glad
after
she
was
that
ere
adread was. Her
he
asked
if
O'Hare Doctor
tidings
sent
from
far
coast
and
she
with
grameful sigh
him
answered
that
O'Hare Doctor
in
heaven
was.
Sad
was
the
man
that
word
to
hear
that
him
so
heavied
in
bowels ruthful. All
she
there told him, ruing
death
for
friend
so
young, algate
sore
unwilling
God's rightwiseness
to
withsay.
She
said
that
he
had
a
fair
sweet
death
through
God
His
goodness
with
masspriest
to
be
shriven,
holy
housel
and
sick
men's
oil
to
his
limbs. The
man
then
right
earnest
asked the
nun
of
which
death
the
dead
man
was
died
and
the
nun
answered
him
and
said
that
he
was
died
in
Mona
Island
through bellycrab
three
year
agone
come
Childermas
and
she
prayed
to
God
the Allruthful
to
have
his
dear
soul
in
his
undeathliness.
He
heard her
sad
words,
in
held
hat
sad
staring.
So
stood
they
there both
awhile
in
wanhope sorrowing
one
with
other. Therefore, everyman,
look
to
that
last
end
that
is
thy
death
and
the dust
that
gripeth
on
every
man
that
is
born
of
woman
for
as
he
came
naked
forth
from
his
mother's
womb
so
naked
shall
he
wend
him
at
the
last
for
to
go
as
he
came. The
man
that
was
come
in
to
the
house
then
spoke
to
the nursingwoman
and
he
asked her
how
it
fared
with
the
woman
that
lay
there
in
childbed. The nursingwoman answered
him
and
said
that
that
woman
was
in
throes
now
full
three
days
and
that
it
would
be
a
hard
birth
unneth
to
bear
but
that
now
in
a
little
it
would be.
She
said
thereto
that
she
had seen
many
births
of
women but
never
was
none
so
hard
as
was
that
woman's birth.
Then
she
set
it
all
forth
to
him
for
because
she
knew the
man
that
time
was
had lived
nigh
that
house. The
man
hearkened
to
her words
for
he
felt
with
wonder
women's
woe
in
the
travail
that
they
have
of
motherhood
and
he
wondered
to
look
on
her face
that
was
a
fair
face
for
any
man
to
see
but
yet
was
she
left
after
long
years
a
handmaid.
Nine
twelve
bloodflows chiding her childless.
And
whiles
they
spake the
door
of
the castle
was
opened
and
there nighed
them
a
mickle
noise
as
of
many
that
sat there
at
meat.
And
there came against the
place
as
they
stood
a
young
learningknight yclept Dixon.
And
the traveller Leopold
was
couth
to
him
sithen
it
had happed
that
they
had had
ado
each
with
other
in
the
house
of
misericord
where
this
learningknight
lay
by
cause
the traveller Leopold came there
to
be
healed
for
he
was
sore
wounded
in
his
breast
by
a
spear
wherewith
a
horrible
and
dreadful
dragon
was
smitten
him
for
which
he
did
do
make
a
salve
of
volatile
salt
and
chrism
as
much
as
he
might
suffice.
And
he
said
now
that
he
should
go
in
to
that
castle
for
to
make
merry
with
them
that
were
there.
And
the traveller Leopold said
that
he
should
go
otherwhither
for
he
was
a
man
of
cautels
and
a
subtile.
Also
the
lady
was
of
his
avis
and
repreved the learningknight though
she
trowed
well
that
the traveller had said
thing
that
was
false
for
his
subtility. But the learningknight would not
hear
say
nay
nor
do
her mandement ne
have
him
in
aught
contrarious
to
his
list
and
he
said
how
it
was
a
marvellous castle.
And
the traveller Leopold went
into
the castle
for
to
rest
him
for
a
space being
sore
of
limb
after
many
marches environing
in
divers
lands
and
sometime venery.
And
in
the castle
was
set
a
board
that
was
of
the birchwood
of
Finlandy
and
it
was
upheld
by
four dwarfmen
of
that
country
but
they
durst not
move
more
for
enchantment.
And
on
this
board
were
frightful
swords
and
knives
that
are
made
in
a
great
cavern
by
swinking demons
out
of
white
flames
that
they
fix
then
in
the horns
of
buffalos
and
stags
that
there
abound
marvellously.
And
there
were
vessels
that
are
wrought
by
magic
of
Mahound
out
of
seasand
and
the air
by
a
warlock
with
his
breath
that
he
blases
in
to
them
like
to
bubbles.
And
full
fair
cheer
and
rich
was
on
the
board
that
no
wight
could
devise
a
fuller
ne richer.
And
there
was
a
vat
of
silver
that
was
moved
by
craft
to
open
in
the
which
lay
strange
fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie
that
this
be
possible
thing
without
they
see
it
natheless
they
are
so.
And
these
fishes
lie
in
an oily
water
brought there
from
Portugal
land
because
of
the
fatness
that
therein
is
like
to
the juices
of
the olivepress.
And
also
it
was
a
marvel
to
see
in
that
castle
how
by
magic
they
make
a
compost
out
of
fecund
wheatkidneys
out
of
Chaldee
that
by
aid
of
certain
angry
spirits
that
they
do
in
to
it
swells
up
wondrously
like
to
a
vast
mountain.
And
they
teach
the serpents there
to
entwine
themselves
up
on
long
sticks
out
of
the ground
and
of
the scales
of
these
serpents
they
brew
out
a
brewage
like
to
mead.
And
the
learning
knight
let
pour
for
childe
Leopold
a
draught
and
halp
thereto
the
while
all
they
that
were
there drank
every
each.
And
childe
Leopold
did
up
his
beaver
for
to
pleasure
him
and
took apertly
somewhat
in
amity
for
he
never
drank no
manner
of
mead
which
he
then
put
by
and
anon
full
privily
he
voided the
more
part
in
his
neighbour glass
and
his
neighbour nist not
of
this
wile.
And
he
sat
down
in
that
castle
with
them
for
to
rest
him
there awhile. Thanked
be
Almighty
God.
This
meanwhile
this
good
sister
stood
by
the
door
and
begged
them
at
the reverence
of
Jesu
our
alther
liege
Lord
to
leave
their
wassailing
for
there
was
above
one
quick
with
child,
a
gentle
dame,
whose
time
hied fast. Sir Leopold heard
on
the upfloor
cry
on
high
and
he
wondered
what
cry
that
it
was
whether
of
child
or
woman
and
I marvel, said he,
that
it
be
not
come
or
now. Meseems
it
dureth overlong.
And
he
was
ware
and
saw
a
franklin
that
hight
Lenehan
on
that
side
the table
that
was
older
than
any
of
the tother
and
for
that
they
both
were
knights
virtuous
in
the
one
emprise
and
eke
by
cause
that
he
was
elder
he
spoke
to
him
full
gently. But, said he,
or
it
be
long
too
she
will
bring
forth
by
God
His
bounty
and
have
joy
of
her childing
for
she
hath waited marvellous long.
And
the franklin
that
had
drunken
said, Expecting
each
moment
to
be
her next.
Also
he
took the
cup
that
stood tofore
him
for
him
needed
never
none
asking
nor
desiring
of
him
to
drink
and,
Now
drink, said he,
fully
delectably,
and
he
quaffed
as
far
as
he
might
to
their
both's
health
for
he
was
a
passing
good
man
of
his
lustiness.
And
sir Leopold
that
was
the goodliest
guest
that
ever
sat
in
scholars'
hall
and
that
was
the meekest
man
and
the kindest
that
ever
laid husbandly
hand
under
hen
and
that
was
the
very
truest knight
of
the
world
one
that
ever
did
minion
service
to
lady
gentle
pledged
him
courtly
in
the cup. Woman's
woe
with
wonder
pondering.
Now
let
us
speak
of
that
fellowship
that
was
there
to
the
intent
to
be
drunken
an
they
might. There
was
a
sort
of
scholars
along
either
side
the board,
that
is
to
wit, Dixon yclept
junior
of
saint Mary Merciable's
with
other
his
fellows
Lynch
and
Madden, scholars
of
medicine,
and
the franklin
that
hight
Lenehan
and
one
from
Alba Longa,
one
Crotthers,
and
young
Stephen
that
had
mien
of
a
frere
that
was
at
head
of
the
board
and
Costello
that
men clepen Punch Costello all
long
of
a
mastery
of
him
erewhile gested (and
of
all them, reserved
young
Stephen,
he
was
the
most
drunken
that
demanded
still
of
more
mead)
and
beside
the meek sir Leopold. But
on
young
Malachi
they
waited
for
that
he
promised
to
have
come
and
such
as
intended
to
no
goodness
said
how
he
had
broke
his
avow.
And
sir Leopold sat
with
them
for
he
bore
fast
friendship
to
sir Simon
and
to
this
his
son
young
Stephen
and
for
that
his
languor
becalmed
him
there
after
longest wanderings insomuch
as
they
feasted
him
for
that
time
in
the honourablest manner.
Ruth
red
him,
love
led
on
with
will
to
wander, loth
to
leave. But sir Leopold
was
passing
grave
maugre
his
word
by
cause
he
still
had
pity
of
the terrorcausing shrieking
of
shrill women
in
their
labour
and
as
he
was
minded
of
his
good
lady
Marion
that
had borne
him
an
only
manchild
which
on
his
eleventh
day
on
live
had died
and
no
man
of
art
could
save
so
dark
is
destiny.
And
she
was
wondrous
stricken
of
heart
for
that
evil
hap
and
for
his
burial
did
him
on
a
fair
corselet
of
lamb's wool, the flower
of
the flock,
lest
he
might
perish
utterly
and
lie
akeled (for
it
was
then
about
the
midst
of
the winter)
and
now
Sir Leopold
that
had
of
his
body
no manchild
for
an
heir
looked
upon
him
his
friend's
son
and
was
shut
up
in
sorrow
for
his
forepassed happiness
and
as
sad
as
he
was
that
him
failed
a
son
of
such
gentle
courage
(for all accounted
him
of
real
parts)
so
grieved
he
also
in
no less
measure
for
young
Stephen
for
that
he
lived riotously
with
those
wastrels
and
murdered
his
goods
with
whores.
A
black
crack
of
noise
in
the
street
here, alack, bawled back.
Loud
on
left
Thor thundered:
in
anger
awful
the hammerhurler. Came
now
the
storm
that
hist
his
heart.
And
Master
Lynch
bade
him
have
a
care
to
flout
and
witwanton
as
the
god
self
was
angered
for
his
hellprate
and
paganry.
And
he
that
had erst challenged
to
be
so
doughty
waxed
wan
as
they
might
all
mark
and
shrank
together
and
his
pitch
that
was
before
so
haught
uplift
was
now
of
a
sudden
quite
plucked
down
and
his
heart
shook within the
cage
of
his
breast
as
he
tasted the rumour
of
that
storm.
Then
did
some
mock
and
some
jeer
and
Punch Costello
fell
hard
again
to
his
yale
which
Master
Lenehan vowed
he
would
do
after
and
he
was
indeed
but
a
word
and
a
blow
on
any
the
least
colour. But the
braggart
boaster cried
that
an
old
Nobodaddy
was
in
his
cups
it
was
muchwhat
indifferent
and
he
would not lag
behind
his
lead. But
this
was
only
to
dye
his
desperation
as
cowed
he
crouched
in
Horne's hall.
He
drank
indeed
at
one
draught
to
pluck
up
a
heart
of
any
grace
for
it
thundered
long
rumblingly
over
all the heavens
so
that
Master
Madden, being godly
certain
whiles, knocked
him
on
his
ribs
upon
that
crack
of
doom
and
Master
Bloom,
at
the braggart's side,
spoke
to
him
calming words
to
slumber
his
great
fear, advertising
how
it
was
no
other
thing
but
a
hubbub
noise
that
he
heard, the discharge
of
fluid
from
the thunderhead,
look
you, having taken place,
and
all
of
the order
of
a
natural
phenomenon. But
was
young
Boasthard's
fear
vanquished
by
Calmer's words? No,
for
he
had
in
his
bosom
a
spike named
Bitterness
which
could
not
by
words
be
done away.
And
was
he
then
neither
calm
like
the
one
nor
godly
like
the other?
He
was
neither
as
much
as
he
would
have
liked
to
be
either. But
could
he
not
have
endeavoured
to
have
found
again
as
in
his
youth
the bottle
Holiness
that
then
he
lived withal?
Indeed
no
for
Grace
was
not there
to
find
that
bottle. Heard
he
then
in
that
clap the voice
of
the
god
Bringforth or,
what
Calmer said,
a
hubbub
of
Phenomenon? Heard? Why,
he
could
not but
hear
unless
he
had plugged
him
up
the
tube
Understanding
(which
he
had not done).
For
through
that
tube
he
saw
that
he
was
in
the
land
of
Phenomenon
where
he
must
for
a
certain
one
day
die
as
he
was
like
the
rest
too
a
passing show.
And
would
he
not
accept
to
die
like
the
rest
and
pass away?
By
no
means
would
he
though
he
must
nor
would
he
make
more
shows according
as
men
do
with
wives
which
Phenomenon
has commanded
them
to
do
by
the
book
Law.
Then
wotted
he
nought
of
that
other
land
which
is
called Believe-on-Me,
that
is
the
land
of
promise
which
behoves
to
the
king
Delightful
and
shall
be
for
ever
where
there
is
no
death
and
no
birth
neither
wiving
nor
mothering
at
which
all
shall
come
as
many
as
believe
on
it? Yes,
Pious
had told
him
of
that
land
and
Chaste
had pointed
him
to
the
way
but the
reason
was
that
in
the
way
he
fell
in
with
a
certain
whore
of
an eyepleasing
exterior
whose
name,
she
said,
is
Bird-in-the-Hand
and
she
beguiled
him
wrongways
from
the true
path
by
her flatteries
that
she
said
to
him
as, Ho,
you
pretty man,
turn
aside
hither
and
I
will
show
you
a
brave
place,
and
she
lay
at
him
so
flatteringly
that
she
had
him
in
her
grot
which
is
named Two-in-the-Bush or,
by
some
learned,
Carnal
Concupiscence.
This
was
it
what
all
that
company
that
sat there
at
commons
in
Manse
of
Mothers the
most
lusted
after
and
if
they
met
with
this
whore Bird-in-the-Hand (which
was
within all
foul
plagues, monsters
and
a
wicked
devil)
they
would strain the
last
but
they
would
make
at
her
and
know
her.
For
regarding Believe-on-Me
they
said
it
was
nought
else
but
notion
and
they
could
conceive
no
thought
of
it
for, first, Two-in-the-Bush whither
she
ticed
them
was
the
very
goodliest
grot
and
in
it
were
four pillows
on
which
were
four tickets
with
these
words printed
on
them, Pickaback
and
Topsyturvy
and
Shameface
and
Cheek
by
Jowl
and, second,
for
that
foul
plague
Allpox
and
the monsters
they
cared not
for
them
for
Preservative
had
given
them
a
stout
shield
of
oxengut and, third,
that
they
might
take
no hurt
neither
from
Offspring
that
was
that
wicked
devil
by
virtue
of
this
same
shield
which
was
named Killchild.
So
were
they
all
in
their
blind fancy, Mr
Cavil
and
Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr
Ape
Swillale, Mr
False
Franklin, Mr
Dainty
Dixon,
Young
Boasthard
and
Mr
Cautious
Calmer. Wherein, O wretched company,
were
ye
all deceived
for
that
was
the voice
of
the
god
that
was
in
a
very
grievous
rage
that
he
would presently lift
his
arm
up
and
spill
their
souls
for
their
abuses
and
their
spillings done
by
them
contrariwise
to
his
word
which
forth
to
bring
brenningly biddeth.
So
Thursday
sixteenth
June Patk. Dignam laid
in
clay
of
an
apoplexy
and
after
hard
drought,
please
God, rained,
a
bargeman coming
in
by
water
a
fifty
mile
or
thereabout
with
turf
saying
the seed won't sprout, fields athirst,
very
sadcoloured
and
stunk mightily, the quags
and
tofts too.
Hard
to
breathe
and
all the
young
quicks clean consumed without
sprinkle
this
long
while
back
as
no
man
remembered
to
be
without. The
rosy
buds all gone brown
and
spread
out
blobs
and
on
the hills
nought
but
dry
flag
and
faggots
that
would
catch
at
first fire. All the
world
saying,
for
aught
they
knew, the
big
wind
of
last
February
a
year
that
did
havoc
the
land
so
pitifully
a
small
thing
beside
this
barrenness. But
by
and
by,
as
said,
this
evening
after
sundown, the wind sitting
in
the west, biggish
swollen
clouds
to
be
seen
as
the
night
increased
and
the weatherwise poring
up
at
them
and
some
sheet
lightnings
at
first
and
after, past ten
of
the clock,
one
great
stroke
with
a
long
thunder
and
in
a
brace
of
shakes all
scamper
pellmell within
door
for
the smoking shower, the men making shelter
for
their
straws
with
a
clout
or
kerchief, womenfolk skipping
off
with
kirtles catched
up
soon
as
the
pour
came.
In
Ely place, Baggot street, Duke's lawn,
thence
through Merrion
green
up
to
Holles
street
a
swash
of
water
flowing
that
was
before bonedry
and
not
one
chair
or
coach
or
fiacre seen
about
but no
more
crack
after
that
first.
Over
against the Rt. Hon. Mr
Justice
Fitzgibbon's
door
(that
is
to
sit
with
Mr Healy the
lawyer
upon
the
college
lands) Mal. Mulligan
a
gentleman's gentleman
that
had but
come
from
Mr Moore's the writer's (that
was
a
papish but
is
now,
folk
say,
a
good
Williamite) chanced against Alec. Bannon
in
a
cut
bob
(which
are
now
in
with
dance cloaks
of
Kendal green)
that
was
new
got
to
town
from
Mullingar
with
the
stage
where
his
coz
and
Mal M's
brother
will
stay
a
month
yet
till
Saint Swithin
and
asks
what
in
the
earth
he
does there,
he
bound
home
and
he
to
Andrew Horne's being stayed
for
to
crush
a
cup
of
wine,
so
he
said, but would
tell
him
of
a
skittish
heifer,
big
of
her
age
and
beef
to
the heel,
and
all
this
while
poured
with
rain
and
so
both
together
on
to
Horne's. There Leop.
Bloom
of
Crawford's
journal
sitting
snug
with
a
covey
of
wags,
likely
brangling fellows, Dixon jun.,
scholar
of
my
lady
of
Mercy's, Vin. Lynch,
a
Scots fellow, Will. Madden, T. Lenehan,
very
sad
about
a
racer
he
fancied
and
Stephen D. Leop.
Bloom
there
for
a
languor
he
had but
was
now
better,
be
having dreamed
tonight
a
strange
fancy
of
his
dame
Mrs Moll
with
red
slippers
on
in
a
pair
of
Turkey
trunks
which
is
thought
by
those
in
ken
to
be
for
a
change
and
Mistress
Purefoy there,
that
got
in
through pleading her belly,
and
now
on
the stools,
poor
body,
two
days past her term, the midwives
sore
put
to
it
and
can't deliver,
she
queasy
for
a
bowl
of
riceslop
that
is
a
shrewd drier
up
of
the insides
and
her
breath
very
heavy
more
than
good
and
should
be
a
bullyboy
from
the knocks,
they
say, but
God
give
her
soon
issue. 'Tis her
ninth
chick
to
live, I hear,
and
Lady
day
bit
off
her
last
chick's nails
that
was
then
a
twelvemonth
and
with
other
three
all breastfed
that
died written
out
in
a
fair
hand
in
the king's bible. Her hub
fifty
odd
and
a
methodist but takes the
sacrament
and
is
to
be
seen
any
fair
sabbath
with
a
pair
of
his
boys
off
Bullock
harbour dapping
on
the
sound
with
a
heavybraked reel
or
in
a
punt
he
has trailing
for
flounder
and
pollock
and
catches
a
fine
bag, I hear.
In
sum
an
infinite
great
fall
of
rain
and
all refreshed
and
will
much
increase the
harvest
yet
those
in
ken
say
after
wind
and
water
fire
shall
come
for
a
prognostication
of
Malachi's
almanac
(and I
hear
that
Mr Russell has done
a
prophetical
charm
of
the
same
gist
out
of
the Hindustanish
for
his
farmer's gazette)
to
have
three
things
in
all but
this
a
mere
fetch without bottom
of
reason
for
old
crones
and
bairns
yet
sometimes
they
are
found
in
the
right
guess
with
their
queerities no telling how. Valuing
himself
not
a
little
upon
his
elegance, being
indeed
a
proper
man
of
person,
this
talkative
now
applied
himself
to
his
dress
with
animadversions
of
some
heat
upon
the
sudden
whimsy
of
the atmospherics
while
the
company
lavished
their
encomiums
upon
the
project
he
had advanced. The
young
gentleman,
his
friend, overjoyed
as
he
was
at
a
passage
that
had
late
befallen him,
could
not
forbear
to
tell
it
his
nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligan,
now
perceiving the table, asked
for
whom
were
those
loaves
and
fishes and,
seeing
the stranger,
he
made
him
a
civil
bow
and
said, Pray, sir,
was
you
in
need
of
any
professional
assistance
we
could
give? Who,
upon
his
offer, thanked
him
very
heartily, though preserving
his
proper
distance,
and
replied
that
he
was
come
there
about
a
lady,
now
an inmate
of
Horne's house,
that
was
in
an interesting condition,
poor
body,
from
woman's
woe
(and here
he
fetched
a
deep
sigh)
to
know
if
her happiness had
yet
taken place. Mr Dixon,
to
turn
the table, took
on
to
ask
of
Mr Mulligan
himself
whether
his
incipient
ventripotence,
upon
which
he
rallied him, betokened an ovoblastic
gestation
in
the prostatic utricle
or
male
womb
or
was
due,
as
with
the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon,
to
a
wolf
in
the stomach.
For
answer
Mr Mulligan,
in
a
gale
of
laughter
at
his
smalls, smote
himself
bravely
below
the diaphragm, exclaiming
with
an
admirable
droll
mimic
of
Mother Grogan (the
most
excellent
creature
of
her
sex
though 'tis
pity
she's
a
trollop): There's
a
belly
that
never
bore
a
bastard.
This
was
so
happy
a
conceit
that
it
renewed the
storm
of
mirth
and
threw the
whole
room
into
the
most
violent
agitations
of
delight. The
spry
rattle had
run
on
in
the
same
vein
of
mimicry but
for
some
larum
in
the antechamber. Accordingly
he
broke
his
mind
to
his
neighbour,
saying
that,
to
express
his
notion
of
the thing,
his
opinion
(who
ought
not
perchance
to
express one)
was
that
one
must
have
a
cold
constitution
and
a
frigid
genius
not
to
be
rejoiced
by
this
freshest
news
of
the
fruition
of
her
confinement
since
she
had been
in
such
pain
through no fault
of
hers. The dressy
young
blade
said
it
was
her husband's
that
put
her
in
that
expectation
or
at
least
it
ought
to
be
unless
she
were
another
Ephesian matron. I
must
acquaint
you, said Mr Crotthers, clapping
on
the table
so
as
to
evoke
a
resonant
comment
of
emphasis,
old
Glory
Allelujurum
was
round
again
today, an
elderly
man
with
dundrearies, preferring through
his
nose
a
request
to
have
word
of
Wilhelmina, my life,
as
he
calls her. I bade
him
hold
himself
in
readiness
for
that
the
event
would
burst
anon. 'Slife, I'll
be
round
with
you. I cannot but
extol
the
virile
potency
of
the
old
bucko
that
could
still
knock
another
child
out
of
her. All
fell
to
praising
of
it,
each
after
his
own
fashion, though the
same
young
blade
held
with
his
former
view
that
another
than
her conjugial had been the
man
in
the gap,
a
clerk
in
orders,
a
linkboy (virtuous)
or
an
itinerant
vendor
of
articles needed
in
every
household. Singular, communed the
guest
with
himself, the wonderfully unequal
faculty
of
metempsychosis
possessed
by
them,
that
the
puerperal
dormitory
and
the dissecting
theatre
should
be
the seminaries
of
such
frivolity,
that
the
mere
acquisition
of
academic
titles should
suffice
to
transform
in
a
pinch
of
time
these
votaries
of
levity
into
exemplary
practitioners
of
an
art
which
most
men
anywise
eminent
have
esteemed the noblest. But,
he
further
added,
it
is
mayhap
to
relieve
the pentup feelings
that
in
common
oppress
them
for
I
have
more
than
once
observed
that
birds
of
a
feather
laugh together. But
with
what
fitness,
let
it
be
asked
of
the
noble
lord,
his
patron, has
this
alien,
whom
the
concession
of
a
gracious
prince has admitted
to
civic
rights, constituted
himself
the lord
paramount
of
our
internal
polity?
Where
is
now
that
gratitude
which
loyalty
should
have
counselled?
During
the
recent
war
whenever the
enemy
had
a
temporary
advantage
with
his
granados
did
this
traitor
to
his
kind
not
seize
that
moment
to
discharge
his
piece
against the
empire
of
which
he
is
a
tenant
at
will
while
he
trembled
for
the
security
of
his
four
per
cents? Has
he
forgotten
this
as
he
forgets all benefits received?
Or
is
it
that
from
being
a
deluder
of
others
he
has
become
at
last
his
own
dupe
as
he
is,
if
report
belie
him
not,
his
own
and
his
only
enjoyer?
Far
be
it
from
candour
to
violate
the bedchamber
of
a
respectable lady, the
daughter
of
a
gallant major,
or
to
cast the
most
distant
reflections
upon
her
virtue
but
if
he
challenges
attention
there (as
it
was
indeed
highly
his
interest
not
to
have
done)
then
be
it
so. Unhappy woman,
she
has been
too
long
and
too
persistently denied her
legitimate
prerogative
to
listen
to
his
objurgations
with
any
other
feeling
than
the
derision
of
the desperate.
He
says this,
a
censor
of
morals,
a
very
pelican
in
his
piety,
who
did
not scruple,
oblivious
of
the ties
of
nature,
to
attempt
illicit
intercourse
with
a
female
domestic
drawn
from
the lowest strata
of
society! Nay, had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her
tutelary
angel,
it
had gone
with
her
as
hard
as
with
Hagar, the Egyptian!
In
the
question
of
the grazing lands
his
peevish
asperity
is
notorious
and
in
Mr Cuffe's hearing brought
upon
him
from
an
indignant
rancher
a
scathing retort couched
in
terms
as
straightforward
as
they
were
bucolic.
It
ill
becomes
him
to
preach
that
gospel. Has
he
not nearer
home
a
seedfield
that
lies
fallow
for
the
want
of
the ploughshare?
A
habit
reprehensible
at
puberty
is
second
nature
and
an
opprobrium
in
middle
life.
If
he
must
dispense
his
balm
of
Gilead
in
nostrums
and
apothegms
of
dubious
taste
to
restore
to
health
a
generation
of
unfledged profligates
let
his
practice
consist
better
with
the doctrines
that
now
engross
him.
His
marital
breast
is
the
repository
of
secrets
which
decorum
is
reluctant
to
adduce. The
lewd
suggestions
of
some
faded
beauty
may
console
him
for
a
consort neglected
and
debauched but
this
new
exponent
of
morals
and
healer
of
ills
is
at
his
best
an
exotic
tree which,
when
rooted
in
its
native
orient, throve
and
flourished
and
was
abundant
in
balm
but, transplanted
to
a
clime
more
temperate, its roots
have
lost
their
quondam
vigour
while
the
stuff
that
comes
away
from
it
is
stagnant, acid
and
inoperative. Onward
to
the
dead
sea
they
tramp
to
drink, unslaked
and
with
horrible
gulpings, the
salt
somnolent
inexhaustible flood.
And
the
equine
portent
grows again, magnified
in
the deserted heavens, nay
to
heaven's
own
magnitude,
till
it
looms, vast,
over
the
house
of
Virgo.
And
lo,
wonder
of
metempsychosis,
it
is
she, the everlasting bride,
harbinger
of
the daystar, the bride,
ever
virgin.
It
is
she, Martha,
thou
lost one, Millicent, the young, the dear, the radiant.
How
serene
does
she
now
arise,
a
queen
among
the Pleiades,
in
the penultimate antelucan hour,
shod
in
sandals
of
bright
gold, coifed
with
a
veil
of
what
do
you
call
it
gossamer.
It
floats,
it
flows
about
her starborn flesh
and
loose
it
streams, emerald, sapphire,
mauve
and
heliotrope, sustained
on
currents
of
the cold interstellar wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing
in
the skies
a
mysterious
writing
till,
after
a
myriad metamorphoses
of
symbol,
it
blazes, Alpha,
a
ruby
and
triangled
sign
upon
the
forehead
of
Taurus. Francis
was
reminding Stephen
of
years before
when
they
had been
at
school
together
in
Conmee's time.
He
asked
about
Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pisistratus.
Where
were
they
now?
Neither
knew.
You
have
spoken
of
the past
and
its phantoms, Stephen said.
Why
think
of
them?
If
I
call
them
into
life
across
the waters
of
Lethe
will
not the
poor
ghosts troop
to
my call?
Who
supposes it? I, Bous Stephanoumenos, bullockbefriending bard,
am
lord
and
giver
of
their
life.
He
encircled
his
gadding
hair
with
a
coronal
of
vineleaves, smiling
at
Vincent.
That
answer
and
those
leaves, Vincent said
to
him,
will
adorn
you
more
fitly
when
something
more,
and
greatly
more,
than
a
capful
of
light
odes
can
call
your
genius
father. All
who
wish
you
well
hope
this
for
you. All
desire
to
see
you
bring
forth
the
work
you
meditate,
to
acclaim
you
Stephaneforos. I heartily
wish
you
may
not
fail
them. O no, Vincent Lenehan said, laying
a
hand
on
the shoulder
near
him.
Have
no fear.
He
could
not
leave
his
mother an orphan. The
young
man's face grew dark. All
could
see
how
hard
it
was
for
him
to
be
reminded
of
his
promise
and
of
his
recent
loss.
He
would
have
withdrawn
from
the
feast
had not the
noise
of
voices allayed the smart. Madden had lost
five
drachmas
on
Sceptre
for
a
whim
of
the rider's name: Lenehan
as
much
more.
He
told
them
of
the race. The
flag
fell
and, huuh! off, scamper, the
mare
ran
out
freshly
with
0. Madden up.
She
was
leading the field. All hearts
were
beating.
Even
Phyllis
could
not
contain
herself.
She
waved her
scarf
and
cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But
in
the straight
on
the
run
home
when
all
were
in
close order the dark
horse
Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. All
was
lost now. Phyllis
was
silent: her eyes
were
sad
anemones. Juno,
she
cried, I
am
undone. But her
lover
consoled her
and
brought her
a
bright
casket
of
gold
in
which
lay
some
oval
sugarplums
which
she
partook.
A
tear
fell:
one
only.
A
whacking
fine
whip, said Lenehan,
is
W. Lane. Four winners yesterday
and
three
today.
What
rider
is
like
him?
Mount
him
on
the
camel
or
the
boisterous
buffalo
the
victory
in
a
hack
canter
is
still
his. But
let
us
bear
it
as
was
the
ancient
wont.
Mercy
on
the luckless!
Poor
Sceptre!
he
said
with
a
light
sigh.
She
is
not the
filly
that
she
was. Never,
by
this
hand,
shall
we
behold
such
another.
By
gad, sir,
a
queen
of
them.
Do
you
remember
her, Vincent? I
wish
you
could
have
seen my
queen
today, Vincent said.
How
young
she
was
and
radiant (Lalage
were
scarce
fair
beside
her)
in
her
yellow
shoes
and
frock
of
muslin, I
do
not
know
the
right
name
of
it. The chestnuts
that
shaded
us
were
in
bloom: the air drooped
with
their
persuasive
odour
and
with
pollen
floating
by
us.
In
the
sunny
patches
one
might
easily
have
cooked
on
a
stone
a
batch
of
those
buns
with
Corinth
fruit
in
them
that
Periplipomenes sells
in
his
booth
near
the bridge. But
she
had
nought
for
her teeth but the
arm
with
which
I held her
and
in
that
she
nibbled mischievously
when
I pressed
too
close.
A
week
ago
she
lay
ill, four days
on
the couch, but
today
she
was
free, blithe, mocked
at
peril.
She
is
more
taking then. Her posies tool
Mad
romp
that
she
is,
she
had pulled her
fill
as
we
reclined together.
And
in
your ear, my friend,
you
will
not
think
who
met
us
as
we
left
the field. Conmee himself!
He
was
walking
by
the hedge, reading, I
think
a
brevier
book
with, I
doubt
not,
a
witty
letter
in
it
from
Glycera
or
Chloe
to
keep
the page. The
sweet
creature
turned all colours
in
her confusion, feigning
to
reprove
a
slight disorder
in
her dress:
a
slip
of
underwood clung there
for
the
very
trees
adore
her.
When
Conmee had passed
she
glanced
at
her
lovely
echo
in
that
little
mirror
she
carries. But
he
had been kind.
In
going
by
he
had blessed us. The gods
too
are
ever
kind, Lenehan said.
If
I had
poor
luck
with
Bass's
mare
perhaps
this
draught
of
his
may
serve
me
more
propensely.
He
was
laying
his
hand
upon
a
winejar: Malachi
saw
it
and
withheld
his
act, pointing
to
the
stranger
and
to
the
scarlet
label. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve
a
druid silence.
His
soul
is
far
away.
It
is
as
painful
perhaps
to
be
awakened
from
a
vision
as
to
be
born.
Any
object, intensely regarded,
may
be
a
gate
of
access
to
the
incorruptible
eon
of
the gods.
Do
you
not
think
it, Stephen? Theosophos told
me
so, Stephen answered,
whom
in
a
previous
existence
Egyptian priests initiated
into
the mysteries
of
karmic law. The lords
of
the moon, Theosophos told me, an orangefiery shipload
from
planet
Alpha
of
the
lunar
chain
would not
assume
the etheric doubles
and
these
were
therefore
incarnated
by
the rubycoloured egos
from
the
second
constellation. However,
as
a
matter
of
fact
though, the
preposterous
surmise
about
him
being
in
some
description
of
a
doldrums
or
other
or
mesmerised
which
was
entirely
due
to
a
misconception
of
the shallowest character,
was
not the
case
at
all. The
individual
whose
visual
organs
while
the
above
was
going
on
were
at
this
juncture
commencing
to
exhibit
symptoms
of
animation
was
as
astute
if
not astuter
than
any
man
living
and
anybody
that
conjectured the
contrary
would
have
found
themselves
pretty speedily
in
the
wrong
shop.
During
the past four
minutes
or
thereabouts
he
had been staring
hard
at
a
certain
amount
of
number
one
Bass
bottled
by
Messrs
Bass
and
Co
at
Burton-on-Trent
which
happened
to
be
situated
amongst
a
lot
of
others
right
opposite
to
where
he
was
and
which
was
certainly calculated
to
attract
anyone's remark
on
account
of
its
scarlet
appearance.
He
was
simply
and
solely,
as
it
subsequently transpired
for
reasons
best
known
to
himself,
which
put
quite
an altogether
different
complexion
on
the proceedings,
after
the
moment
before's observations
about
boyhood days
and
the turf, recollecting
two
or
three
private
transactions
of
his
own
which
the
other
two
were
as
mutually
innocent
of
as
the
babe
unborn. Eventually, however, both
their
eyes met
and
as
soon
as
it
began
to
dawn
on
him
that
the
other
was
endeavouring
to
help
himself
to
the
thing
he
involuntarily determined
to
help
him
himself
and
so
he
accordingly took
hold
of
the
neck
of
the mediumsized glass
recipient
which
contained the fluid sought
after
and
made
a
capacious
hole
in
it
by
pouring
a
lot
of
it
out
with,
also
at
the
same
time, however,
a
considerable
degree
of
attentiveness
in
order not
to
upset
any
of
the
beer
that
was
in
it
about
the place. The
debate
which
ensued
was
in
its scope
and
progress
an
epitome
of
the
course
of
life.
Neither
place
nor
council
was
lacking
in
dignity. The debaters
were
the keenest
in
the land, the
theme
they
were
engaged
on
the loftiest
and
most
vital. The high
hall
of
Horne's
house
had
never
beheld an
assembly
so
representative
and
so
varied
nor
had the
old
rafters
of
that
establishment
ever
listened
to
a
language
so
encyclopaedic.
A
gallant
scene
in
truth
it
made. Crotthers
was
there
at
the
foot
of
the table
in
his
striking
Highland
garb,
his
face glowing
from
the briny airs
of
the
Mull
of
Galloway. There too,
opposite
to
him,
was
Lynch
whose
countenance bore
already
the stigmata
of
early
depravity
and
premature
wisdom.
Next
the Scotchman
was
the
place
assigned
to
Costello, the eccentric,
while
at
his
side
was
seated
in
stolid
repose
the squat
form
of
Madden. The chair
of
the
resident
indeed
stood
vacant
before the
hearth
but
on
either flank
of
it
the
figure
of
Bannon
in
explorer's
kit
of
tweed shorts
and
salted cowhide brogues contrasted
sharply
with
the
primrose
elegance
and
townbred manners
of
Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Lastly
at
the
head
of
the
board
was
the
young
poet
who
found
a
refuge
from
his
labours
of
pedagogy
and
metaphysical
inquisition
in
the
convivial
atmosphere
of
Socratic discussion,
while
to
right
and
left
of
him
were
accommodated the
flippant
prognosticator,
fresh
from
the hippodrome,
and
that
vigilant
wanderer, soiled
by
the dust
of
travel
and
combat
and
stained
by
the mire
of
an
indelible
dishonour, but
from
whose
steadfast
and
constant
heart
no
lure
or
peril
or
threat
or
degradation
could
ever
efface
the
image
of
that
voluptuous
loveliness
which
the inspired pencil
of
Lafayette has limned
for
ages
yet
to
come. There
are
sins
or
(let
us
call
them
as
the
world
calls them)
evil
memories
which
are
hidden
away
by
man
in
the darkest places
of
the
heart
but
they
abide
there
and
wait.
He
may
suffer
their
memory
to
grow
dim,
let
them
be
as
though
they
had not been
and
all but
persuade
himself
that
they
were
not
or
at
least
were
otherwise.
Yet
a
chance
word
will
call
them
forth
suddenly
and
they
will
rise
up
to
confront
him
in
the
most
various
circumstances,
a
vision
or
a
dream,
or
while
timbrel
and
harp
soothe
his
senses
or
amid
the cool
silver
tranquility
of
the
evening
or
at
the feast,
at
midnight,
when
he
is
now
filled
with
wine. Not
to
insult
over
him
will
the
vision
come
as
over
one
that
lies under her wrath, not
for
vengeance
to
cut
him
off
from
the
living
but shrouded
in
the
piteous
vesture
of
the past, silent, remote, reproachful.
Mark
this
farther
and
remember. The
end
comes suddenly.
Enter
that
antechamber
of
birth
where
the
studious
are
assembled
and
note
their
faces. Nothing,
as
it
seems, there
of
rash
or
violent.
Quietude
of
custody, rather, befitting
their
station
in
that
house, the
vigilant
watch
of
shepherds
and
of
angels
about
a
crib
in
Bethlehem
of
Juda
long
ago. But
as
before the
lightning
the
serried
stormclouds, heavy
with
preponderant
excess
of
moisture,
in
swollen
masses turgidly distended,
compass
earth
and
sky
in
one
vast
slumber, impending
above
parched
field
and
drowsy
oxen
and
blighted
growth
of
shrub
and
verdure
till
in
an
instant
a
flash rives
their
centres
and
with
the
reverberation
of
the
thunder
the
cloudburst
pours its torrent,
so
and
not
otherwise
was
the transformation,
violent
and
instantaneous,
upon
the utterance
of
the word. Burke's! outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry,
and
a
tag
and
bobtail
of
all
them
after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor,
punctual
Bloom
at
heels
with
a
universal
grabbing
at
headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats
and
scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks
and
what
not.
A
dedale
of
lusty youth,
noble
every
student
there.
Nurse
Callan taken
aback
in
the
hallway
cannot stay
them
nor
smiling
surgeon
coming downstairs
with
news
of
placentation ended,
a
full
pound
if
a
milligramme.
They
hark
him
on. The door!
It
is
open? Ha!
They
are
out, tumultuously,
off
for
a
minute's race, all bravely legging it, Burke's
of
Denzille
and
Holles
their
ulterior
goal. Dixon follows giving
them
sharp
language
but raps
out
an oath,
he
too,
and
on.
Bloom
stays
with
nurse
a
thought
to
send
a
kind
word
to
happy
mother
and
nurseling
up
there. Doctor
Diet
and
Doctor Quiet. Looks
she
too
not
other
now?
Ward
of
watching
in
Horne's
house
has told its
tale
in
that
washedout pallor.
Then
all being gone,
a
glance
of
motherwit helping,
he
whispers close
in
going: Madam,
when
comes the storkbird
for
thee? 'Tis, sure.
What
say?
In
the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir. Bantam,
two
days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn!
Have
a
glint, do. Gum, I'm jiggered.
And
been
to
barber
he
have.
Too
full
for
words.
With
a
railway bloke.
How
come
you
so?
Opera
he'd like?
Rose
of
Castile. Rows
of
cast. Police!
Some
H2O
for
a
gent fainted.
Look
at
Bantam's flowers. Gemini. He's going
to
holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn. O, cheese it!
Shut
his
blurry Dutch
oven
with
a
firm
hand. Had the winner
today
till
I tipped
him
a
dead
cert. The ruffin cly the
nab
of
Stephen
Hand
as
give
me
the jady coppaleen.
He
strike
a
telegramboy
paddock
wire
big
bug
Bass
to
the depot. Shove
him
a
joey
and
grahamise.
Mare
on
form
hot
order. Guinea
to
a
goosegog.
Tell
a
cram, that. Gospeltrue. Criminal diversion? I
think
that
yes.
Sure
thing.
Land
him
in
chokeechokee
if
the harman beck copped the game. Madden
back
Madden's
a
maddening back. O
lust
our
refuge
and
our
strength. Decamping.
Must
you
go?
Off
to
mammy.
Stand
by.
Hide
my blushes someone. All
in
if
he
spots me.
Come
ahome,
our
Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo. Dinna
forget
the cowslips
for
hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev
ye
thon colt?
Pal
to
pal. Jannock.
Of
John Thomas, her spouse. No fake,
old
man
Leo. S'elp me,
honest
injun. Shiver my timbers
if
I had. There's
a
great
big
holy
friar. Vyfor
you
no
me
tell? Vel, I ses,
if
that
aint
a
sheeny nachez, vel, I vil
get
misha mishinnah. Through yerd
our
lord, Amen. Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith
police
dismisseth us. The
least
tholice.
Ware
hawks
for
the chap puking.
Unwell
in
his
abominable
regions. Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook. Mona, my
own
love. Ook. Hark!
Shut
your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap!
Blaze
on. There
she
goes. Brigade!
Bout
ship.
Mount
street
way.
Cut
up! Pflaap!
Tally
ho.
You
not come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!