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The
Panel Play
Panel & Characters
The Claybill
The Text - introduction
Scene I
Scene II
Scene III
Scene IV
Scene V
Scene VI
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[lights are
out, strobe light flashes intermittently as Charge of the Light Brigade is
recited with great
feeling]
Russian General
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the Valley of Death
Rode the six hundred. [Tennyson]
[lights on]
HCE
Order, order, order! Milster Malster in the chair. We've heard it sinse
sung thousandtimes.
How Burghley shuck the rackushant Germanon. For Ehren, boys, gobrawl!
[338.1-3]
Narrator
Joyce's father told and retold the story of Buckley, the Irish conscript
in the Crimean
War . . .
Shaun
[dramatically] Along about the first equinarx in the cholonder, the
most moonful date
man aver held dinsdzey death with, when we sight the beasts . . . . .
[347.2-8]
Narrator
: . . .Buckley peered through his gunsights, spied a Russian General, and
was fast marking
his lord for cremation . . .[350.14-15]
Shaun
[dramatically] through the iconoscope steadily a still figure of a
fellow chap in the wohly
ghast, the jesuneral of the russuates, exhibiting the seals of his orders:
[349.19-21]
Russian General
[pompously] The starre of the Son of Heaven, the girtel of Izodella
the Calottica, the
cross of Michelides Apaleogos, the latchet of Jan of Nepomuk, the puffpuff
and pompom of
Powther and Pall, the great band and bucklings of Martyrology of Gorman.
[349.22-25]
Narrator
[with awe] But Buckley could not bring himself to shoot his
Cumbulent Embulence,
the frustrate fourstar Russkakruscam. [352.32-33] [with resolve]
But then,
unlist he was getting foegutfulls of the rugiments of savalige wildfire
[350.35-36],
remembering his duty, he raised his rifle again and saw through his
gunsights . . .
Shaun
[with dismay] And Oho bullyclaver of ye, bragodore-gunneral,
[352.23] trousers dropped,
squatting down, a Hump to Dump! [352.15]
Humpty
A ballet of Gasty Power. [346.21]
Shaun
[sadly] I confesses withould pridejealice when I looked upon the
Saur of all the Haurousians
with the weight of his arge fullin upon him form the travaillings of
his tommuck, there
was fear on me for him, it was heavy he was for me, I adn't the
arts to. [344.32-345.3]
HCE
[incredulous] Grot Zot! You hidn't the hurts? [345.8] And the name
of the Most Marsiful,
the Aweghost, the Gragious One! Notshoot? [353.2-5]
Shaun
[sadly] My bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and, no lie
is this, I was wavering.[344.27-28]
But then he deared me to it and he dared me do it, and bedattle
I didaredonit as Cocksnark of Killtork can tell! [slowly, explaining]
For when
meseemim beheaving up that sod of turf for to clean himself, for to wipe
himself off -
[vehemently] Deo Jupto! At that instullt to Ireland! I gave one dobblenotch
and I ups with my crozzier. [353.10-20] [lights off, strobe light flashing]
Dtin, dtin, dtin, dtin! [350.9]
HCE
[triumphantly] The abnihilisation of the etym! [353.22]
[back to
lights]
Humpty
[gravely] There will be a hen collection of him after avensung on the
field of Hanar.
[350.8]
[lights off]
Tristan
Bothallchoractorschumminaroundgansumuminarumdru-
mstrumtruminahumptadumpwaultopoofoolooderamaunsturnup! [314.8-9] [accompanied
by the sound of thunder
as before, fading to the sound of the song Finnegan's Wake and party;
lights on.]
[end of Scene V]
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