woe.) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (She wails.) You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?
stephen
How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where’s the third person of the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The reverend Carrion Crow.
cissy caffrey
(Shrill.) Stop them from fighting!
a rough
Our men retreated.
private carr
(Tugging at his belt.) I’ll wring the neck of any bugger says a word against my fucking king.
bloom
(Terrified.) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.
the citizen
Erin go hragh!
private compton
Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He’s a proboer.
stephen
Did I? When?
bloom
(To the redcoats.) We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Isn’t that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our monarch.
the navvy
(Staggering past.) O, yes. O, God, yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr! O! Bo!