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Ulysses

man I don’t know his name. (Plausibly) You know that old
joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The change of name. Virag.
(He murmurs privately and confidentially) We are engaged you

see, sergeant. Lady in the case. Love entanglement. (He
shoulders the second watch gently) Dash it all. It’s a way we
gallants have in the navy. Uniform that does it. (He turns
gravely to the first watch) Still, of course, you do get your
Waterloo sometimes. Drop in some evening and have a
glass of old Burgundy. (To the second watch gaily) I’ll
introduce you, inspector. She’s game. Do it in the shake of
a lamb’s tail.
(A dark mercurialised face appears, leading a veiled figure.)
THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for
him. He was drummed out of the army.
MARTHA: (Thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a
copy of the Irish Times in her hand, in tone of reproach,
pointing) Henry! Leopold! Lionel, thou lost one! Clear my
name.
FIRST WATCH: (Sternly) Come to the station.
BLOOM: (Scared, hats himself, steps back, then, plucking at
his heart and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the
sign and dueguard of fellowcraft) No, no, worshipful master,
light of love. Mistaken identity. The Lyons mail.
Lesurques and Dubosc. You remember the Childs

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