michael, archbishop of armagh (pours a cruse of hair oil over bloom's head.) gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. habemus carneficem. leopold, patrick, andrew, david, george, be thou anointed!
(bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a ruby ring. he ascends and stands on the stone of destiny. the representative peers put on at the same time their twentyeight crowns. joybells ring in christ church, saint patrick's, george's and gay malahide. mirus bazaar fireworks go up from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs. the peers do homage, one by one, approaching and genuflecting.)the peers i do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship.
(bloom holds up his right hand on which sparkles the koh-i-noor diamond. his palfrey neighs. immediate silence. wireless intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.)bloom my subjects! we hereby nominate our faithful charger copula felix hereditary grand vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess selene, the splendour of night.
(the former morganatic spouse of bloom is hastily removed in the black maria. the princess selene, in moon blue robes, a silver crescent on her head, descends from a sedan chair borne by two giants. an outburst of cheering.)john howard parnell (raises the royal standard.) illustrious bloom! successor to my famous brother!
bloom (embraces john howard parnell.) we thank you from our heart, john, for this right royal welcome to green erin, the promised land of our common ancestors.
(the freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter. the keys of dublin, crossed on a crimson cushion, are given to him. he s all that he is wearing green socks.)tom kernan you deserve it, your honour.
bloom on this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at ladysmith. our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. half a league onward! they charge! all is lost now! do we yield? no! we drive them headlong! lo! we charge! deploying to the left our light horse swept across the heights of plevna and, uttering their warcry, bonafide sabaoth, sabred the saracen gunners to a man.