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rebel. Ten shillings a time as applied to His Royal Highness. (He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) My painful duty has now been done. God save the king!

edward the seventh

(Dances slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket and sings with soft contentment.)

On coronation day, on coronation day,
O, Won’t We have a merry time,
Drinking whisky, beer and wine!

private carr

Here. What are you saying about my king?

stephen

(Throws up his hands.) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his. Money I haven’t. (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Gave it to someone.

private carr

Who wants your bleeding money?

stephen

(Tries to move off.) Will some one tell me where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se voit aussi à Paris. Not that I… But by Saint Patrick!…

(The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her breast.)

stephen

Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow!

old gummy granny

(Rocking to and fro.) Ireland’s sweetheart, the king of Spain’s daughter, alanna. Strangers im my house, bad manners to them! (She keens with banshee