mrs yelverton barry
(Severely.) Don’t do so on any account, Mrs Talboys! He should be
the honourable mrs mervyn talboys
(Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently.) I’ll do no such thing. Pig dog and always
was ever since he was pupped! To dare address me! I’ll flog him black and blue
in the public streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown
cuckold. (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air.) Take down his trousers
without loss of time. Come here, sir! Quick! Ready?
(Trembling, beginning to obey.) The weather has been so warm.
(Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes with a bevy of barefoot newsboys.)
Messenger of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick’s
Day Supplement. Containing the new addresses of all the cuckolds in Dublin.
(The very reverend Canon O’Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and
exposes a marble timepiece. Before him Father Conroy and the reverend
John Hughes S.J. bend low.)
(The brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle.)
Jigjag, Jigajiga. Jigjag.
(A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the jurybox the
faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power,
Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton,
Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard Nosey Flynn, M’Coy
and the featureless face of a Nameless One.)