Bloom’s boys: 

    The wren, the wren,
    The king of all birds,
    Saint Stephen’s his day
    Was caught in the furze.

A Blacksmith:  (Murmurs) For the honour of God!  And is that Bloom?  He scarcely looks thirtyone.

A pavior and flagger:  That’s the famous Bloom now, the world’s greatest reformer.  Hats off!

(All uncover their heads.  Women whisper eagerly.)

A millionairess:  (Richly) Isn’t he simply wonderful?

A noblewoman:  (Nobly) All that man has seen!

A feminist:  (Masculinely) And done!

A BELLHANGER:  A classic face!  He has the forehead of a thinker.

(Bloom’s weather.  A Sunburst appears in the northwest.)

The bishop of down and Connor:  I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm.  God save Leopold the First!

All:  God save Leopold the First!

Bloom:  (In dalmatic and purple mantle, to the bishop of down and Connor,
with dignity) Thanks, somewhat eminent sir.

William, archbishop of Armagh:  (In purple stock and shovel hat) Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

Bloom:  (Placing his right hand on his testicles, swears) So may the
Creator deal with me.  All this I promise to do.

Michael, archbishop of Armagh:  (Pours A Cruse of hairoil over Bloom’s
head) GAUDIUM magnum ANNUNTIO VOBIS.  HABEMUS CARNEFICEM.  Leopold,
Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed!