"BLOOM
Don't be cruel, nurse! Don't!

BELLO
(Twisting.) Another!

BLOOM
(Screams.) O, it's hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches like mad!" (U15.2903)
"BELLO
(Shouts.) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! (He slaps her face.)

BLOOM
(Whimpers.) You're after hitting me. I'll tell..." (U15.2909)
"BELLO
Hold him down,, girls, till I squat on him.

ZOE
Yes. Walk on him! I will.

FLORRY
I will. Don't be greedy.

KITTY
No, me. Lend him to me." (U15.2915)
"(The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib, men's grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door.)

MRS KEOCH
(Ferociously.) Can I help? (They hold and pinion Bloom.)" (U15.2923)
"BELLO
(Squats with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg.) I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the Richmond Asylum and bytheby Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. Curse me for a fool that didn't buy that lot Craig and Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck, curse it." (U15.2930)
"And that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?" (U15.2935)
"BLOOM
(Goaded, buttocksmothered.) O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!" (15.2938)
"BELLO
Ask for that every ten minutes. Beg. Pray for it as you never prayed before. (he thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar) Here, kiss that. Both. Kiss. (he throws a leg astride and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls in a hard voice) .Gee up! A cockhorse to Banbury cross." (U15.2944)


From the nursey rhythme:
"Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a Fyne lady ride on a white horse.
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes."

It was first seen in print in 1784, lthough known in its current form since at least 1760.
Banbury is a town in North Oxfordshire, England. The Banbury Cross, located on a roundabout in the middle of the town, was erected in 1859 to celebrate the wedding of Prince Frederick of Prussia to his bride, the original cross having been pulled down some 250 years earlier. Banbury is also known for its Banbury Cakes (that Bloom feeds to the gulls in Lestrygonians).
"I'll ride him for the Eclipse stakes. (He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting.) Ho! Off we pop! I'll nurse you in proper fashion." (U15.2944)

The Eclipse Stakes is an annual (July) Group 1 flat race for thoroughbreds over 3 year old. First run in 1886, it was named after Eclipse, a celebrated 18c. racehorse. It is run at Sandown Park Racecourse (UK) over a distance of ~2km. The colt Ard Patrick was the winner in 1903.
"(He horserides cockhorse, leaping in the, in the saddle.) The lady goes a pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop." (U15.2946)
"FLORRY
(Pulls at Bello.) Let me on him now. You had enough. I asked before you.

ZOE
(Pulling at Florry.) Me. Me. Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

BLOOM
(Stifling.) Can't.

BELLO
Well, I'm not. Wait. (He holds in his breath.) Curse it. Here. This bung's about burst. (He uncorks himself behind: then, contorting his features, farts stoutly.) Take that! (He recorks himself.) Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters."

BLOOM
(A sweat breaking out over him.) Not man. (He sniffs.) Woman." (U15.2950)
"BELLO
(Stands up.) No more blow hot and cold." (U15.2963)

'Blow hot and cold' = to waver, as between extremes of opinion or emotion. The expression comes from 'The Satyr and the Traveler', a classical Aesop's fable (c. 570 b.c.). A satyr takes in a lost, freezing wanderer, but drives the man away after observing him blowing on his hands to warm them, and then later blowing on his soup to cool it.
"What you longed for has come to pass. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke." (U15.2964)
"Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously rustling over head and shoulders. And quickly too!

BLOOM
(Shrinks.) Silk, mistress said! O crinkly! scrapy! Must I tiptouch it with my nails?" (U15.2966)
"BELLO
(Points to his whores.) As they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with smoothshaven armpits." (U15.2972)
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