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I gave it to Nelly
To stick in her belly
The leg of the duck
The leg of the duck.
(Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the redcoats.)
Private Compton
(Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.
Private Carr
(Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!
Cissy Caffrey
(Her voice soaring higher.)
She has it, she got it,
Wherever she put it
The leg of the duck.
(Stephen flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy the introit for paschal time. Lynch, his jockey cap low on his brow, attends him, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face.)
Stephen
Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia.
(The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protude from a doorway.)
The Bawd
(Her voice whispering huskily.) Sst! Come, here till I tell you. Maidenhead inside. Sst.
Stephen
(Altius aliquantulum.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista.
