the honourable mrs mervyn talboys
(Stamps her jingling spurs in a sudden paroxysm of sudden fury.) I will, by the God above me. I’ll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. I’ll flay him alive.
bloom
(His eyes closing, quails expectantly.) Here? (He squirms.) Again! (He pants cringing.) I love the danger.
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys
Very much so! I’ll make it hot for you. I’ll make you dance Jack Latten for that.
mrs bellingham
Tan his breech well, the upstart! Write the stars and stripes on it!
mrs yeluerton barry
Disgraceful! There’s no excuse for him! A married man!
bloom
All these people. I meant only the spanking idea. A warm tingling glow without effusion. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation.
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys
(Laughs derisively.) O, did you, my fine fellow? Well, by the living God, you’ll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.
mrs bellingham
(Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively.) Make him smart, Hanna dear. Give him ginger. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. The cat-o’-nine tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.
bloom
(Shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands with hangdog mien.) O cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once. (He offers the other cheek.)
