cap with hackle plume and accoutrements, with epaulette, gilt chevrons and sabretache, his breast bright with medals, toes the line. He gives the pilgrim warrior’s sign of the knights templars.)
major tweedy
(Growls gruffly.) Rorke’s Drift! Up, guards, and at them! Mahal shalal hashbaz.
private carr
I’ll do him in.
private compton
(Waves the crowd back.) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher’s shop of the bugger.
cissy caffrey
They’re going to fight. For me!
cunty kate
The brave and the fair.
biddy the clap
Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.
cunty kate
(Blushing deeply.) Nay, Madam. The gules doublet and merry Saint George for me!
stephen
The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old Ireland’s windingsheet.
private carr
(Loosening his belt, shouts.) I’ll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.
bloom
(Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders.) Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You
