Bello:  (Sternly) No insubordination!  The sawdust is there in the corner for you.  I gave you strict instructions, didn’t I?  Do it standing, sir!  I’ll teach you to behave like a jinkleman!  If I catch a trace on your swaddles.  Aha!  By the ass of the Dorans you’ll find I’m a martinet.  The sins of your past are rising against you.  Many.  Hundreds.

The sins of the past:  (In A medley of voices) He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black church.  Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D’Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox.  By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises.  In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males.  And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he could see?  Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?

Bello:  (Whistles loudly) Say!  What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime?  Go the whole hog.  Puke it out!  Be candid for once.

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, BOOLOOHOOM.  Poldy Kock, bootlaces A penny Cassidy’s hag, blind stripling, Larry rhinoceros, the girl, the woman, the whore, the other, the ...)

Bloom:  Don’t ask me!  Our mutual faith.  Pleasants street.  I only thought the half of the ...  I swear on my sacred oath ...

Bello:  (Peremptorily) Answer.  Repugnant wretch!  I insist on knowing.  Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick!  Where?  How?  What time?  With how many?  I give you just three seconds.  One!  Two!  Thr ...

Bloom:  (Docile, gurgles) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant

Bello:  (Imperiously) O, get out, you skunk!  Hold your tongue!  Speak when you’re spoken to.

Bloom:  (Bows) Master!  Mistress!  Mantamer!

(He lifts his arms. His Bangle bracelets fill.)

Bello:  (Satirically) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail.  Won’t that be nice? (He places A ruby ring on her finger) And there now!  With this ring I thee own.  Say, thank you, mistress.