The gramophone:  (Drowning his voice) Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh ... (The
disc rasps gratingly against the needle)

The three whores:  (Covering their ears, squawk) Ahhkkk!

Elijah:  (In ROLLEDUP shirtsleeves, black in the face, shouts at the top of his voice, his arms uplifted) Big Brother up there, Mr President, you hear what I done just been saying to you.  Certainly, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President.  I certainly am thinking now Miss Higgins and Miss Ricketts got religion way inside them.  Certainly seems to me I don’t never see no wusser scared female than the way you been, Miss Florry, just now as I done seed you.  Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. (He winks at his audience) Our Mr President, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing.

Kitty-Kate:  I forgot myself.  In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill.  I was confirmed by the bishop and enrolled in the brown scapular.  My mother’s sister married a Montmorency.  It was a working plumber was my ruination when I was pure.

Zoe-Fanny:  I let him larrup it into me for the fun of it.

Florry-Teresa:  It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy’s three star.  I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the bed.

Stephen:  In the beginning was the word, in the end the world without end. 
Blessed be the eight beatitudes.

(The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white surgical students’ gowns, four abreast, GOOSESTEPPING, tramp fist past in noisy marching)

The beatitudes:  (Incoherently) Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

Lyster:  (In QUAKERGREY KNEEBREECHES and BROADBRIMMED hat, says discreetly) He is our friend.  I need not mention names.  Seek thou the light.

(He CORANTOS by.  Best enters in hairdresser’s attire, SHINILY laundered, his locks in CURLPAPERS.  He leads John Eglinton who wears A MANDARIN’S kimono of nankeen yellow, LIZARDLETTERED, and A high Pagoda hat.)

Best:  (Smiling, lifts the hat and displays A shaven poll from the crown of which bristles A pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot) I was just beautifying him, don’t you know.  A thing of beauty, don’t you know, Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says.