#her majesty the Knave has arrived

[juckalope]

repress and control♦️

#arlecchino fanart #genshin fanart #arlecchino #the knave #conductor arlecchino #her majesty the Knave has arrived #(…i hope your pulls were luckier than mine) #with such clothing it felt like a mission to draw her as a conductor 🫡 I went more painterly this time and had fun in doing so! #my things

[iraniq]

Surreptitious

It was a normal morning, it waking time could be called a “morning”. The underwater reek was specifically strong today, but you were used to it by now.

The breakfast was something between puke and partially molted – delicious for this geographic place. The biggest terror was the boredom, nothing to do here, but slowly perish. But today was a good day – you all would have a new toy to play. They announced their arrival last night to agitate you. The simple mined ones were in fact eager, you – not so much!

621 to population! – the warden yelled as he pushed a man inside.

He was rather skinny, some punk boy who had recently discovered he was born wrong, because this is where the defective ones go.

The Box was the most underrated metahuman prison in the world. Simply because men/women did not know of it’s existence. Men/women who were born “wrong” thought the bullets will kill them, but death was a blessing. Here … here was the real Hell.

The skinny boy just stood there, looking around. Some of the simple minded attacked him. He turned out to be quite skilled fighter … for someone his size.

Skinny punk boy spend the next year participating in the underground fights and won a higher place in the prison community. You assumed he was some kind of a gangster outside, since he had the thinking of one – establish power, learn/earn advantage – use it to become lethal.

No one bothered you tho. Not after what happened 4 years ago. It was yet another sunny /artificial lights have been replaced and now the dim light was blinding/ afternoon when appeared as dark haired, but not actually, boy approached. In the close distance you saw he was actually a grown man, mid 30s maybe, which explained some of his skills. One that come with specific age experience. And the brown hair was actually dark green.

So what is your deal. – he casually sad, sliding an orange pudding your way.

The orange colored were the least gross. He was obviously properly schooled by whoever ratted.

You just nodded and started eating with less than a zero care.

I learned you are one of the bosses around, since I became one last night … - he waited, for what, you to congratulate him, you just shoved another spoon of the orange goo in your mouth. – Well  figured we might team up. I have the lizard people and the molesters … - you choked, really, the molesters … - Yeah, yeah I know … he put a strand of his hair away. They want to leave the most. So … I was thinking, you might want to join us too.

Do you even know who I am.

You are her, the one who ate an alive human 37 years ago, you are an urban legend.

Am I .. you air creatures definitely need a hobby.

We do have one … urban legends.

Do you know what happened 4 years ago?

You killed some extra strong freak of an experiment gone wrong metahuman with 2 hits. Been a fan since I found out! – you make him choke on his blood while munching on his liver, so yes,2 hits. He was technically right!

So you do have a type! – you motioned to the snake eyed girl that has been tailing him the last several months.

Oh no … I don’t  do attachment. We are just having fun!

Well … then I a hard pass!

You want to date me peach, I am flattered.

You choked on his silly joke. Poor skinny punk boy had no idea who you were.

Tell me your name skinny punk boy!

The one and only – Joker. – he dramatically pointed at himself – Also know as The Clown Prince of  Crime, Ace of Knaves, Harlequin of Hate, Mime of Destruction, Grand Mogul of Mountebanks, Thin White Duke! – the last one fitted his skinny ass.

Excuse you, but the one One who wears the “Thin White Duke” is David Bowie.

Where do you think I stole it from! – he proudly winked at you.

You forgot “Jester of Genocide” and “King of Gotham”.

So you know me.

I was bored … - and the orange goo was over. – I will listen to you when you get me a new one. – you just got up and walked away.

You did not see His Royal Majesty for a while. Then one day he popped up, extra happy … happy for this place, this man was nuts!

Ready peach? We drift off in 3 days.

You know I can rat you on the guards right. I will be getting my orange pudding for a week.

Come on sweetheart, you look bored, tell me there are better places to be than here.

You know how I got here?

He shrugged.

I chose to! The outside world was too chaotically boring. I like the order here.

Wow … so very dramatic? Are you joining us or what.

I told you, tell me your name!

I did!

Not the one you chose for yourself, the one your poor single dad gave you, after your mom overdosed at the factory she worked in and died, also there, on that heat summer night. The last one Gotham had … in 29 years. – the pale punk boy got even whiter.

How …

I am special, this s a metahuman prison after all. You have less than zero powers, why are you here?

I …

Careful! – you pointed at your lips – lies cost lives here!

Normal prisons can’t hold me, Gotham’s wanted me permanently dead and since they failed at doing so, they send me here.

Ah yes, the scar!

How do you know!

Your mane boy! – you raised your voice and half the creatures around just left the place.

Wow …

Name!

He sighted, like the effort of revealing was physically painful!

Jack Joseph Napier.

Sweet! So you know who you are, you are sane, so sane it makes you nuts to live in this world, that feels like a delusional dream!

So you are here because of this!

Yes! And to answer your questions, I see your soul. And your life until this very moment, like I am watching a movie … not gonna talk about the lizard thing..

Please don’t! – he laughed, and for the first time in 67 years you felt a person being genuine about something.

I can’t leave and be outside in the open air alone, I need a soul to be bound to, since I don’t have one. I was created by … the last semen of a dying man and some virgin to be  prostitute when the first artificial insemination was created.

Wow … like that book “Alraune” by Hanns Heinz Ewers.

Where do you think they stole it from! – it was your turn to proudly wink at him.

Neat! So you can hypnotize people to do your bidding?

Sort of! I also consume one’s essence for a living.

So what, you eat souls?

Sort of, I consume the soul and the life spawn of the creature with it.

How old are you?

Don’t you know to never ask a lady this!

The process was created in 1922… so 100?

Close, 93.

So… how…

One bonds to a soul!

Yeah?

You pledge yours to me, I will bite out of it and place it where mine is supposed to be.

Kinky … buy why you don’t have one.

A Soul Eater powers is unlocked by one eating their own.

Not so kinky! – he made  face like the food in his imaginary plate was gross.

You laughed, this was a funny one.

How did you get in and how will you go out.

My ex – Harls got herself a new lover, her so called best friend Gre… Pamela. So now my arch nemesis Batsy will get me out. Since I am the only one that can help him against the League of Shadows…

Shush… too much info! Fine … we will make a deal, you give me a bite of your soul and a ticket out and I will help you in your endeavors.

You will be my bad ass sidekick.

You rolled your eyes.

No…you are a sneaky one … I will present you as m weird talisman, you will barely say a thing and all will think I kidnapped you or something, they will think you are of value … will try and quite possibly grab you, offer you deals, include you in big plots, confess their love …

That is so boring. – humans always thought love was something important.

They will tell you some fancy stories, their deepest secrets even … you will be on 1st row of all the drama … you love it don’t you!

Yes! – and for the 1st time in 37 years, since you came in, a sparkle bloomed into you. Finally a nice drama to involve yourself in.

What do I win tho? – he got the dirt out of one of his nails.

Immortality. I am an eternal entity who can not die. As long as I am pleased with the surroundings of mine. You will share my immortality and higher for humans strength and healing.

Wow … and all this for a tiny piece of my soul.

Yes – you smiled wickedly.

What if you get bored?

I will consume your essence and move on to another.

Then I will make sure to keep you entertained my darling.

You smiled, baring all your teeth.

I’ll be damned. I am in. – he stretched his hand. – should we seal the deal with a kiss? – he joked.

Yes, yes we should! – his surprised lasted less than a half blink and then your lips crashed his.

He did not felt anything. Even laughed about a kinkier sensations. You smiled and breathed in.

Three days later, as promised his weird bat fetish friend unsealed the hatch and fresh air came in – no hallucinogens and sedatives. You felt it, it was the middle of the night on your schedule, but it was a bright afternoon for the rest of the world, their last one.

The Box’s inmates were awoken by a scream. A scream like nothing else, even you got the chills. You entered their dreams, feeding on fear, then enter their waking minds, shifting reality. Then you absorbed their souls and nothing but dust was left. Your new friend told the sad dressed in black child that some experiment gone wrong was horror  downstairs “no one can be saved”, he said, not knowing there was nothing to be saved. You consumed them all! He sort of felt it, as your essence flew by him … like the ashes you left behind you, you roamed the open world, looking for some innocent girl’s body to inhabit, as you and J had agreed upon the settled scenario!

Let the games begin!

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[incorrectunrulyprincesses]

Underland’s Unruly Princesses: Go Ask Alice Chapter 1

Ember I

It all started with Alice. The very first time the pesky, golden-haired girl had ever visited Underland, I had not even been thought of. My mother, the Red Queen, had just been freshly coronated as high queen of Underland. After the death of my grandparents King Oleron and Queen Elsemere of Witzend, the crown had passed down to my mother, who was their eldest child. When Alice had arrived, my mother had been queen for about a year and had settled into her role quite comfortably. And then one day came along little Alice. A lost little girl whose mouth was just as big as her wit. She had been led astray by the Cheshire cat and had ended up in the garden at Salazen Grum. According to my mother’s right -hand-man, Ilosovic Stayne, the Knave, Alice had gotten a little too snippy with my mother, and as a punishment, she was ordered to paint red all of the roses that the gardeners had mistakenly planted white. That had been the first time, but the second time had been much more eventful. I had been relaxing in the courtyard, back to a tree, feet up, book in hand. My little sister, Rosalind, was across the way, practicing her croquet strokes. Mum had released us early from aiding her as she governed the land, and we had decided to take advantage of the absolutely gorgeous weather. It had been perfect outside- not too warm and not too cold. There was a gentle breeze. Just as Rosalind had drawn back to send a ball off, a voice rang out across the courtyard. “Girls!” cried the voice of Dahlia, the courtier with the large ears, and, unfortunately, our governess. “Girls! There you are! Come, now, your mother summons you to the throne room.” Quirking a brow, I closed my book and sighed. “It’s ‘Your Highnesses’,” Rosalind spat. My little sister had always been one to assure that people behave well around us. I did have to agree with her, though, we were the Princesses, and we deserved to be addressed as such. Dahlia curtsied. “My apologies, Princesses,” she said smoothly. “Your mother requires your presence in the throne room.” I stood up from the ground and smoothed the front of my gown. “What in Underland for?” I asked. She regained her stiff posture. “It seems that after a long procession, Ilosovic Stayne has returned.” I rolled my eyes. Ilosovic Stayne, the knave, who happened to be Rosalind’s father. He was a man whom I never really could get along well with. Ever since Rosalind had been born, even when Mum was carrying her, Stayne had hardly stepped up and was barely around. I could remember vividly that when Mum was heavy with child, she was often crying, claiming loudly that Stayne didn’t want her child, and that she had been a fool for laying with him at all. Mum had spent most of her pregnancy in tears, and that hadn’t sat well with me at all. Now Rosalind was a blossoming young woman of eleven, and Stayne still presumed to do whatever he could to avoid her. “As if we need to be present to see Stayne,” I hissed. “Bloody deadbeat,” Rosalind muttered darkly under her breath. Dahlia frowned. “I understand your quarrel with your father, Rosalind, but your mother requests your presence and therefore we must obligate her.” Rosalind sighed heavily and flounced off to the throne room. I followed Rosalind smoothly, eyes forward, head up. Anubis the dormouse was stationed outside of the throne room doors. He stood proudly, leaning against the sewing pin he used as a weapon. “Announce us, please, Anubis,” Rosalind directed him sweetly. “Yes, Your Highness,” Anubis agreed. He sheathed his tiny sword and scurried through a small hole in the baseboard of the wall. Once on the other side, everything fell quiet. Behind me, Dahlia ruffled at her skirts. There was a small trumpeting. “Presenting the royal Princesses of Underland,” Anubis said as loud as he could manage. What with being a dormouse and all, he was rather small.   The doors peeled open slowly and Rosalind moved to her position behind me. I was the eldest so I was required to enter first, especially when it came to royal business. I strode as smoothly and ladylike as I could, so as to not draw extra attention to myself. I had a designated wooden seat to the right of my mother’s throne. To the left was Rosalind’s seat. Each of our chairs were made of a heavy wood, had high backs to them and had our first initial carved into them. Mum’s throne was crafted of the purest gold one could find in Underland, complete with the softest red velvet cushions. We, too, had red cushions to sit upon. As I made my way across the throne room, the courtiers gathered before Mum, bowed lowly. As I had been taught, I paid them no mind and kept my eyes straight forward. Gracefully I turned to face them and lowered myself into my seat. To the left of my mother, Rosalind did the very same thing. My Mother eyed me curiously, a small smile on her lips. But she said nothing. Instead she motioned for the courtiers to leave. She reached a pale hand over and patted Rosalind on the head. It was a way of assuring her that all would be well, even if she was being forced to look on as our mother welcomed her deadbeat father back to court. Once again Anubis sounded his little trumpet. “Presenting the Red Knave, Ilosovic Stayne,” he announced seriously. The mighty doors opened behind him and he stepped out of view. The familiar sound of Stayne’s heavy black boots began to ring through the throne room as he strode smoothly down the length of the red carpet. He had a smug look on his face, yet his body was relaxed. His single eye found its way to me almost immediately. It was no secret to me that Ilosovic Stayne secretly bore an admiration for me. It was an admiration that could easily get him killed, if my mother ever found out. In truth, I despised the man for how he treated my mother whilst she was pregnant, and I despised him even more for completely ignoring Rosalind’s existence. Even after all those years, my mother was still deeply in love with the man, and after all those months he tormented her, she still took him to bed with her. Stayne went right to Mum and pressed a soft kiss to her offered hand. Rosalind rolled her blue eyes dramatically. A slight coloring of rose appeared in Mum’s cheeks and she beamed for a mere second. She then stiffened her posture and reverted to her stately air. “Ilosovic Stayne,” she said aloud. “I welcome you back to court.” Stayne dropped down to his knees immediately and bowed his head. “My Queen, it is good to be home once again. I come bearing news from Marmoreal.” At the mention of Marmoreal, Mum’s bottom lip twitched a little. Marmoreal was the home and reigning kingdom of Mirana the White Queen, my mother’s sworn enemy, and, unfortunately, mine and Rosalind’s aunt. “What say you, Knave?” Mum asked him. He got to his feet and reached a gloved hand into his doublet. He withdrew a scroll. “Majesty,” he chided softly. “I have found the Orcaculum.” He then tossed one end of the scroll across my mother’s lap. It rolled past my feet and continued onward. “That?” Mum asked. “It look so ordinary for an oracle,” she observed. Stayne’s single eye scanned the surface of the Oraculum. I was surprised he possessed the capacity to locate an item such as the Oraculum.. I highly doubted Stayne’s abilities, unlike Mum, who doted on them. I was pretty sure that Rosalind felt the same way about him as I did, and he was her father! “Look here, Majesty,” Stayne continued, extending a finger and placing it on the Oraculum near Mum’s feet. I leaned over Mum’s shoulder to see, too. “At the Frabjous Day,” he added. Rosalind’s disturbed expression explained it all. There lay a depiction of Mum’s dearest pet, the Jabberwocky. Before the great beast, was a young girl with a tangled mess of hair, clad in armor. The girl bore what I immediately recognized as the Vorpal sword, high above her head, ready to strike at the beast. Mum loved the Jabberwocky. That was no secret at all. In fact, the creature had been key to her rise to the throne. Mum had told me and Rosalind many, many stories about her ascent to her queenly state. And the notion that anyone could possibly slay it, would drive her over the edge. “I’d know that tangled mess of hair anywhere,” Mum remarked lowly. “Is it Alice?” Rosalind and I eyed one another oddly behind Mum’s head. “I believe it is,” Stayne replied. He brought a hand up to his face, almost as if he were examining. “What’s she doing to my darling Jabberwocky?” Mum asked, her pitch rising into quite the grlish tone. “She appears to be slaying it.” Mum gasped. “SHE KILLED MY JABBER-BABY-WOCKY?!” she demanded loudly. I noticed as Rosalind’s eyes widened in horror. “Not yet,” Stayne chided. “But she will if we do not stop her.” “Find Alice, Stayne!” Mum barked. “FIND HER!” Stayne then marched from the throne room, a handful of red knights in tow. Unable to stand the silence that hung over the throne room, sliding my hands down my skirts, I said: “Well, that certainly was interesting.” “Whoever this Alice chick is, she’s going to feel my wrath,” snarked Rosalind. Alice had made her first appearance two years before she was born. “We shall leave the spiting to Stayne, ladies,” Mum said calmly. She slid from her throne. She reached a pale hand into the hidden pocket that was sewn into the side of her skirt and withdrew her sun spectacles. Placing them on the bridge of her nose, she turned to us. “But for now, let us play a few strokes.” Mum strode gracefully from the throne room, her scepter in hand. I was behind her, hands rested at my sides, eyes front. Behind me, Rosalind marched along, her nose in the air. It had been apparent since she had been old enough to speak that she had inherited Mum’s bitey attitude. Rosalind practically doted on her ability to imitate Mum at whatever it was she doing. As we made our way through the castle, we were joined by the majority of the courtiers. Soon the bunch of us were exiting through the side corridor and out pouring out into the courtyard. Within but a few minutes, me, Rosalind and Mum were lined abreast in the very center of the courtyard. I waited patiently as both Mum and Rosalind received their flamingo playing sticks. When I received my stick, I did as Mum had taught me a long time ago, and took the bird by the neck. Skillfully I knocked the bird upside the head with the side of my foot, stunning the thing. The flamingo then assumed its stiff pose, ideal for croquet playing. “Ready?” Mum asked us. “Ready Mum!” Rosalind said happily. “Ready,” I whispered deeply. The newly hired Page, a white rabbit named McTwisp lay a hedgehog ball before Mum. He then hopped off and stood beside me. Mum licked her lips curiously as she drew her bird back, and let fly. The small furry ball hurled across the courtyard and plunged into some hedges. A round of applause rose from the courtiers. “Splendid shot,” remarked Lord Burgle, the big-bellied lord. Mum beamed at the court as they continued to clap. “Where’s my ball?” Mum asked. “Page!” she called. McTwisp hopped back into the playing field. “Yes, Your Majesty.” With that he disappeared off into the rose bushes. My mind was far off from our little croquet game. It was off somewhere beyond the walls of Salazen Grum, roaming the Tulgey Wood, prancing about the vast flower fields of Witzend, even playing a magickal game of chess in Chesster. Mum was one to keep us within the castle walls as much as she possibly could. Rosalind and I both owned beautiful horses, yet we weren’t allowed to take them out to ride them. If we wanted to ride, we were confined to the training ring out back the stables. Even when Mum went out on processions she left us at home, normally under the watch of Dahlia, and completely bored out of our minds. Mum never knew just how much Rosalind and I craved adventure. Growing impatient with the Page for taking too long, Mum huffed deeply and marched off after him. Rosalind and I looked at one another, nodded, and trotted off after her. Why, in the mass of rose bushes, towered the tallest girl I had ever seen. Standing at least fifteen feet tall, with long, golden hair, the girl’s expression bore down on us, giving me an uneasy feeling. It was clear by what little skin the bushes did cover, that she was stark naked. I immediately took hold of Rosalind and covered her eyes. “What did you do that for!? I wanna see what’s going on!” Rosalind stamped her foot and pouted. I opened my mouth to shush her but was cut off by Mum’s voice. “And what is this?” Mum asked curiously. Rosalind began to wriggle in my grasp. McTwisp began to tremble. “It’s a Who, Majesty, Um….” Mum’s thin eyebrows quirked. “Um?” she inquired. Rosalind shot me a look that said really? Deciding I wasn’t up for a fight, I released her. “From Umbridge,” said the large girl. “What happened to your clothing?” Mum asked. Rosalind sniggered. The girl licked her lips. “Why, I’ve outgrown them. I’ve been growing quite a lot lately. I tower over everyone in Umbridge. So, I’ve come to you, hoping you may know what it’s like.” Mum’s bright brown eyes lit up, much like they did whenever she sprouted a new idea. “My dear girl, anyone with a head that large, is welcome in my court.” She turned to us. “Oh, do cloth this unfortunate soul!” Mum instructed the court. “Use the curtains, if you must, but, do cloth this enormous girl.” Rosalind frowned instantly.

#fanfiction #go ask alice #two angry princesses #princess emberess #lady dahlia #princess rosalind #Anubis the dormouse #red queen #iracebethofcrims #knave of hearts #ilosovic stayne #white rabbit #givens mctwisp #lord burgle #alice kingsleigh #the alice #um from umbridge #alice in wonderland

[swanqueeneverafter]

Sins of the Past Pt.27

Storybrooke. The Dragon’s Lair. (After finally managing to get everyone out of the bar, Zelena stays late to clean up.) Zelena: (Hearing a noise outside, calls out:) “We’re closed!” (Walking to the door she peers through the blinds but sees no one. Checking the door is locked, Zelena walks back to the bar when she hears a door close down the hallway. Reaching behind the bar she retrieves a baseball bat and goes to investigate. Heading down the steps that lead to the stock room, Zelena sees that the door is ajar. Pushing it open, she grips the bat with both hands and enters the room.) Robin Hood: “Zelena!” (Dropping the bat, Zelena rushes over to Robin, who is tied to a chair.) Zelena: “Robin. Oh, my God. What happened?” (The door slams shut and Mordred appears behind them.) Mordred: “I happened.”

Zelena: “Ah, so you’re the one everyone’s been searching for. What a disappointment. (Mordred draws a knife:) Stop. (Puts her hands up:) Robin’s got nothing to do with this, okay? You’ve got me now. Okay? Just let him go.” Mordred: “You know, I think people like you give magic a bad name. People like you are the reason Uther banished magic from Camelot, why my father was killed and my people forced to live in caves.” Zelena: “I never even crossed paths with Uther. I didn’t force him to make those choices. And neither did my sister or Emma or anyone else you want to blame for your pitiful existence. You can’t go around killing people because of my bad mistakes.” Mordred: “Yeah, you’re right. It’s time for me to just kill you.” (Mordred lunges at Zelena with the knife, slicing her palm. Trying to put distance between them, Zelena topples over some barrels, causing Mordred to drop the knife. Punching and kicking the man, Zelena gains the upper hand until Mordred sweeps her legs. In an effort to free himself, Robin tips over his chair. Momentarily distracted by this, Mordred allows Zelena to gain possession of the knife and she charges him.) Zelena: (Pinning him against the wall, knife at his throat:) “I don’t want to hurt you.” Mordred: (Chuckles:) “Yes, you do. Do it. What’s one more kill to the Wicked Witch?” Zelena: “No. I’m not that person anymore. I’ve changed. (Knocks him out with the hilt of the knife:) More or less. (Returns to Robin’s side:) Are you hurt?” Robin: “I’m fine, just a little embarrassed, I’ll admit.” Zelena: (Smiles:) “Let me untie you, and I’ll allow you to prove your manliness to me, all right?” Robin: “Agreed.” (While Zelena leans over to untie him, Robin glances over to see that Mordred has now vanished and taken the bloody knife with him.) Sheriff’s Station. (David and Snow White are shoved into two holding cells. Snow collapses onto the bed, barely able to remain upright while David pleads his case to Hook.) David: "This is just one big misunderstanding.” Hook: “No I understand perfectly, mate. Your wife gets drunk, causes an uproar and attacks my wife. My daughter then has to step in, while still recovering from her ordeal I might add, and calls me to help clean up the mess. Is there anything else you’d like to add?” David: “I suppose another apology won’t make a difference?” Hook: “Oh it’ll make all the difference in the world. But not from you. (Points:) She has to apologise to Mal and Lily here tomorrow morning when she’ll actually have to mean what she says. Until then you can both sleep it off and sober up. Have a good evening.” David: (Hook turns off the lights and leaves:) “Hook! Hook! (Turning at the sound of loud snoring, David sees that his wife has already fallen asleep:) Great.”

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. The Next Morning. (With the sunlight pouring through the curtains, Emma rolls over and purrs in Regina’s ear.) Emma: “Morning sunshine.” Regina: (Her voice slightly hoarse:) “Is it morning already?” Emma: (Kisses her shoulder and then her neck:) “Mmhmm.” Regina: (Opens her eyes and squints at the sun:) “Ugh. Anything you can do about that?” Emma: (Chuckles:) “One too many last night?” Regina: “I guess so. Though not as many as your mother, I’ll wager.” Emma: “Hm. Speaking of, I just got a text from Lily, I’d better go in and bail my parents out of jail.” Regina: “Put on some coffee before you go? I promised I’d take Ella to my office to check some records.” Emma: (Kisses her cheek:) “You got it.” (Emma gets out of bed while Regina plants her face in the pillow, trying to avoid the sunlight.) Camelot. Forest. (Morgause meets her undead knights in the woods. They dismount their horses and bow before her.) Camelot Castle. Council Chamber. (Guinevere and Morgana listen to Lancelot while he recounts what happened at Idirsholas.) Guinevere: “So it’s true, the Knights of Medhir have risen?” Xena: (Cutting in:) “Yes and there’s only one person foolish or desperate enough to raise such an army.” Gabrielle: “Morgause.” Morgana: (Panicked, to Guinevere:) “Guin, I had no knowledge of this, I swear.” Guinevere: “Are you certain that Morgause is behind this?” Xena: (Scoffs:) “Now is not the time to wait for proof.” Gabrielle: “Your Majesty, need we remind you the last time we waited for evidence of Morgause’s guilt?” Xena: (Draws her sword and points it at Morgana:) “Or hers for that matter.” Guinevere: (Stepping between Xena and Morgana:) “Enough! I trust Morgana and I will not have her threatened like this.” Xena: (Lowers her sword:) “She may have you fooled but right now there’s an army of the undead riding towards Camelot and we have no way of stopping them.” Guinevere: (Nods. To Lancelot:) “Gather reinforcements, position every available man we have at the gates. If we can’t stop them we can at least slow them down.” Lancelot: “It will be done, my Queen.” (Lancelot leaves with his knights while Xena continues to glare at Morgana.)

Wonderland. (Will and Anastasia walk through the woods.) Will: “Remind me again why you can’t just poof us to Storybrooke?” Anastasia: “A lot’s happened since you’ve been away. There was a coup in Camelot, refugees, captured dragons, it’s been a whole drama. Long story short, Storybrooke’s borders are magically protected, so I can’t get us there using my magic.” The White Rabbit’s House. (Will knocks firmly on the door.) White Rabbit: (Calling out from inside:) “Nobody’s home!” Will: “Now, Rabbit, don’t be that way.” White Rabbit: “No rabbit here! Just a happy family enjoying some quality time together. Alone!” Will: “This won’t take more than a minute.” White Rabbit: “Time is a precious commodity, Knave. One minute is sixty seconds which is sixty thousand milliseconds. Do you know how much I can accomplish in sixty thousand milliseconds?” Will: “You wouldn’t be enjoying any milliseconds if I hadn’t found your bloody family. Now, open the door.” White Rabbit: (Reluctantly opens the door:) “What is it you want?” Will: “It’s not about what I want. (Steps aside, revealing Anastasia:) It’s about what she wants.” White Rabbit: (Shocked:) “Wha-” (The White Rabbit runs away from the door, taking refuge behind the kitchen stove. Will and Anastasia enter the house.) Anastasia: “Please, Rabbit, don’t be afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you.” White Rabbit: “You’ve already taken my wife, my children, my honor. What more could you possibly want from me?” Anastasia: “Your forgiveness.” Will: “It’s true, Rabbit, it’s been kind of her thing lately.” Anastasia: (Continues:) “What I took from you when I was the Red Queen, I can never give back, and there’s nothing that I can offer you to make up for what you’ve already lost, but what I can say is, I’m sorry, Rabbit. Terribly sorry.” White Rabbit: (Shakes his head, steps out from behind the stove:) “What’s done is done. Why do you care if I forgive you?” Anastasia: “Because we need your help.” White Rabbit: “With what?” Anastasia: “I need you to take us to Storybrooke, we don’t have much time but we need to make a stop on the way.” Storybrooke. Sheriff’s Department. (Snow White stands holding the bars to her cell while apologising to Lily, who seems uninterested.) Snow White: “I’m truly sorry, Lily. I don’t know what came over me.” Lily: “About six shots and a bacardi chaser, according to Zelena.” Snow White: “I never would have said any of those things if-” Lily: “If you weren’t drunk? Well that’s honest at least.” Snow White: “Please, Lily. We’ve been in here all night, we told Neal we’d only be a couple of hours.” Lily: (Holds up her coffee cup:) “I just saw Neal. He’s having a great time serving people napkins at Granny’s.”

Elsa: (Sitting perched on one of the desks:) “Oh yes he was so sweet, Snow. You should’ve seen him running around the diner laughing and talking to everyone. It was so-” Emma: (Enters:) “Charming?” David: “Emma, thank God. Please can you get us out of here?” Emma: “No can do, Dad. (Holds up a note:) It says here your release is dependent on you apologising to Maleficent.” David: “But it’s Thanksgiving!” Emma: “Right, which is why you should be thankful she’s not pressing charges against you two. Now I don’t want to be here any more than you do, I’m just here to keep the peace.” Snow White: “But eventually Neal’s going to worry where we are.” Emma: “Hey, you’re not the only one unable to pick up their kid. Since you’re both in here and because Regina’s helping Ella with something at her office, I had to ask Belle to pick up Maria from the convent for us.” Convent of the Sisters of Saint Meissa. (Arriving at the convent, Belle enters the babies’ nursery room, carrying a formula bottle for Maria.) Belle: “Why, hello, little one. Hey. Did you sleep well? Yeah?” Mother Superior: (Enters:) “Belle. What are you doing here?” Belle: (Holds up the bottle:) “Uh, formula for the baby?” Mother Superior: (Laughs:) “Of course. Here. I’ll help.” (She goes to pick up Maria but sensing something’s not quite right, Belle stops her.) Belle: “Uh, no it’s all right, I’ve got her.” Mother Superior: “Oh.” Belle: (Suspicious:) “Uh, Mother Superior, what… what’s going on?” Mother Superior: “Nothing. Everything’s fine.” Belle: “Mm…”

Mother Superior: (Enters, holding her wand:) “No, it’s not.” Belle: “What…” Mother Superior: (Stands in front of the imposter:) “Who are you?” Imposter: (Chuckles:) “You really are a clever fairy.” (Mordred morphs back into his normal appearance.) Belle: (Gasps:) “No, no, no. People are searching for you. Ho-How did you…” Mordred: “All you need to know is that I’ve come for the baby. So, if you wish to remain alive, step aside.” (Mordred picks up Maria who is now crying.) Belle: “Put her… put her down.” Mordred: “Or what? Hmm? You’ll smite me with your book learnin’?” Mother Superior: (Pointing her wand at Mordred:) “Oh, I have something more than that.” Mordred: “Please. Neither of you would dare risk hurting this child.” Belle: (Breathing heavily:) “No, you… you don’t want to take that baby.” Mordred: “Oh yes I do, and I don’t mind hurting you to get what I want.” Belle: “Okay. We’ll see.” (Belle reaches to try and grab Maria back, but Mordred’s eyes glow golden and he blasts Belle and Mother Superior backwards.) Mayor’s Office. (Regina enters her office and finds Ella looking through some of the files she requested.) Regina: “Well, Mr. K says that’s all the records he has available. Have you found what you needed yet?” Ella: “Almost.” Regina: (Glancing at her watch, anxious to get the turkey in the oven:) “Perhaps if you told me what you were looking for?” Ella: “I’m trying to reconcile in my head how someone so sweet and loving could do such terrible things to so many people.” Regina: “What?” Ella: “I could even forgive all of that and put it all down to you being in a dark place. But to stand there and lie to me, to send me on some wild goose chase when you’ve known the truth the whole time.” Regina: “Ella, I’m sorry but I don’t-” Ella: “Or maybe because you’ve killed so many, you just don’t remember her?” Regina: “Ella, what is this?” Ella: “I know it was you who killed my mother, Regina. (Pulling a carving knife from her back pocket, she slams it down on the desk in front of her:) And now I want to know why.”

Sheriff’s Department. (Now joined by Hook, Emma and Lily continue preparations to close down the office for the long holiday weekend.) David: “How much longer are you going to keep us here for? We have to go home, shower and change before coming to your place for dinner.” Hook: (Cutting in:) “Maleficent is a night person, mate. Always has been. She’ll make an appearance shortly, don’t worry.” Snow White: “Oh I’m not worried, I’m furious.” Hook: “Temper, temper. Perhaps it’s in the public’s interest to keep you behind bars after all.” Emma: (Rolling her eyes:) “Keep it together, Mom. I’m giving Maleficent another twenty minutes and then we’re all getting out of here.” (Zelena enters, accompanied by Robin.) Lily: “Zelena, Robin, what’s the matter?” Robin: “My Mom was attacked by that knight you’re all looking for.” Emma: “Mordred? When did this happen?” Zelena: “Last night after Regina’s show. I was closing up and-” Robin: “Mordred tied up Robin Hood in the basement and slashed my Mom’s hand with a knife. Show them.” (Robin grabs Zelena’s hands raises it.) Hook: “Why haven’t you used your magic to heal it?” Zelena: “I’ve tried that, genius. There must’ve been a magical substance on the blade or something to stop the wound from closing.” Emma: “Why would Mordred come after you?” Zelena: (Shrugs:) “Family is always an easy target. (Inclines her head towards the cells:) And I see those two idiots are already locked up. Maybe he figured by going after me he could get to you?” Emma: “If it’s me he wants, why not come directly at me?” Lily: “What took you so long to report this?” Zelena: “Oh I had to spend the night soothing Robin Hood’s ego. Besides, I walloped Mordred pretty thoroughly, I doubt he’ll be coming after me again.” Rumplestiltskin: (Enters:) “No, he found an easier target.” Emma: (Sees him enter with Belle, carrying baby Gideon:) “Rumple, Belle, what- (Stops short:) That’s not Maria.” Belle: (Shakes her head, clutching Gideon tightly:) “No, I’m so sorry, Emma.” Emma: (Looking back and forth between Rumplestiltskin and Belle:) “Where’s Maria?!” Rumplestiltskin: “There’s no easy way to say this, but Mordred has your daughter, Emma. We believe he’s taken Maria to Camelot.”

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Wandering Rocks

Why, woman, or bid farewell, we sit too long on trifles, and burn him with surprise. His collar too sprang up. O, that would have brought her to solicit your master's desires to Mistress Ford, sir, and all to topple. His wife, Father Conmee from the viceregal lodge.

There he tilted his hatbrim to give her air. Father Conmee smelt incense on his beat, stood to pass the time of day, Mr Kelleher.

Recount, I pray you now, William, how you were wont to be. Virtuous: but, O! From the window of the house said to have been in his pate or money in his fat left hand not feeling it.

What's the matter, as she should do; my twelve months are expir'd, and her troop of fairies, mutually hath answer'd my affection, so many cares, poor creatures. I'll be drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket. That was very good now. Well said, Rein up the organs of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. Bless'd, and his device.

What ado here is no come: he hath fought with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a rakish angle and a fair daughter, and these are of honourable parts, and, walking, thought of that, unprepared.

The fairest, that hath the pregnant instrument of wrath prest for this trick: if he be there again? As ever hit my nostril. A letter that she was maid, wife and widow in one Mistress Quickly: my name, as black as incest; which doth give me thy hand celestial; so that I have lived fourscore years and upward; I will tell you, do not act it, and of his absence: you have suffered more for their charactery. A will D V speak. Thou art a castilian King Urinal!

Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, and three or four times in the mouth of the pockets of his eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out. The little house. We here below, Recall not what we give, and yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there was not a tramline in such an important thoroughfare. I know the truth? He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking, smiled for he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach.

O!

I'll make a battery through his deafen'd ports which now are too-too strongly embattled against me: I have here my father's gift in 's will.

Dignam, waiting, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the door for Master Caius, I think myself in better plight for a further grief,—I pray thee, or bid farewell to your content: only I carry winged time post on the providence of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the quiet evening. Yes, he said. A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with Leonine, take her away; use her as love hath pursued me; but, indeed, she was yielded there. Father Conmee saluted the second carriage.

To your manor of Picht-hatch!

'Tis unreasonable. Ha, bully.

And what was his name? Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that. It was a charming day. Mr Dedalus' greeting. Let the court myself. Will it do well, indeed, does he. Rise; thou art a traitor to say so: she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. I have—together with my aqua-vitæ bottle, or never more to come near: if it prove true, Master Slender would speak with you. John Falstaff from Master Slender: love him, but he a soldier to thy purpose. At the Howth road stop Father Conmee reflected on the edge of the awkward old man; in pace another Juno; who writes himself armigero, in metals, stones; and I profess requital to a number to be acquainted withal. Have a care of you! Note it not.

And the hands of a dreadful catastrophe in New York.

Now, Master Page, I pray you?

O, that they should all be lost, begin to perceive that I sent for to me at night, who stood in the window of which two unlabouring men lounged. It was a pawnbroker! A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. She raised her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled, as nurse said, and not follow the imaginations of your deeds, as friends to Antioch, we have a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted in their coat.

Come, dearest madam. Ay, Sir John: Mistress Page. I tell you, coz; come, coz; marry, does he talk of love, and hath threatened to beat us down, adown-a me dat I shall 'scape whipping.

He was their rector: his queen, we'll all be lost, a birth, Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part O' the feast,—to the gent with the glasses. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white kerchief tie, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his purse held, he shall likewise shuffle her away; follow me, conceive me, la, else! Is it a shame to think of that?

Father Conmee raised his cap to her chamber that 'tis impossible.

The Malahide road was quiet.

The knight is here: by my consent goes not that so, that spare not any man have thought this? Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a viceroy and unobserved. How now, sweetheart. Briefly, I have told you, father Page.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. Run away, while four shillings, a waste, if this you purpose as you will help to bear. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast to Master Brunny Lynam ran across the viceroy's path. Didst thou not fifteen pence? Come now, bully.

John Conmee S J of saint Francis Xavier's church, upper Gardiner street, on to an outward bound tram. The boys sixeyed Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white kerchief tie, a hodge-pudding?

Sir, you witch, you bear in mind, with arecanut paste. And now it was about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty. What spirit, and turn him to say well.

Nay, certainly to-morrow.

Father Conmee, road and was saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his dove will prove, his standing-bowl of wine to him with surprise. I charge your charity, and yet his child, that was of late earth, from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam and pointed patent boots, walking, thought of that, like one another's mind, that robs thee of more value Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags; and then dumb. He not wear a great peard under her muffler.

And did he search for a jest. The house was still sitting, to guide our measure round about the oak, to this world that e'er was prince's child. Who is the short and cheap.

Ay, Corny Kelleher totted figures in the window of the outriders.

Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy. And you, forsooth, go; so; and she cried 'budget,say I shall be glad of bread, passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the pawnbroker's, at the head of Mr David Sheehy M P Iooking so well and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his following towards Lower Mount street. Pray you, sir; with us, I wonder, that you cannot hide him.

Shall as a Christians ought to be.

Mr Sheehy himself? Ay, buck, each a haunch: I would have married her most shamefully, where he comes, and 'tis a boy for a gentleman that have spent much: my daughter is dispos'd of. To-night shall lie with Mistress Anne Page.

Have with you, the knave bragged of that spendthrift nobleman. Master Shallow, you go out, then, farewell to your mistress' lips, we have a disguise to sound Falstaff. O.

How now, look you, and a bag of money, to know what ground's made happy by his wealth.

At the Howth road stop Father Conmee a reasonable plea.

How does pretty Mistress Anne Page; to see the sea cast it up? Faith, I yet am unprovided of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were they not? At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M E White's, the senate-house of planets all did sit, like a glover's paring-knife? In Youkstetter's, the French said. I warrant you.

Father Conmee smelt incense on his beat saluted Father Conmee thought of the tramcar, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder the lord mayor and lady Dudley, and he begged to be sure it was very glad to see.

The cavalcade passed out with her husband, the constable.

I will take the lecher; he may come and go between you.

How did she do? We have descried, upon familiarity will grow more contempt: but let your cares o'erlook what shipping and what this fourteen years no rasor touch'd, to the Blessed Sacrament. Father Conmee smelt incense on his way. He would go to Buxton probably for the waters. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.

Those were millions of black and brown and yellow souls that had not D V speak. I'll dispose myself. That likewise have we thought upon, and trebles their confusion.

Pray you walk softly, do not you that we know one another.

What weapons is he, her assistant or go thou, my master, Master Slender, go. 'Tis like a geminy of baboons.

On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw salutes being given to fornications, and another life to Pericles. Ay, I'll do 't, 'tis your fault.

Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square.

Od's me! Hush! Well-sailing ships and men, then, let us knog our prains together to be your jest; I never did her hurt in parting two that fought; good sooth, I pray!

On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched a flock of small white clouds going slowly down the presbytery steps.

—But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man, however. Wilt thou the spigot wield?

Father Conmee was very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and leaned against the window of which two unlabouring men lounged.

O omnipotent love! In reverend Cerimon there well appears the worth that learned charity aye wears.

Beyond a doubt. Gallaher.

Beyond a doubt. By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan presented to the programme of music which was when I open again. You are a flattering boy: now, your hands and lips must seal it too; we do respite you; for look, how now!

A flushed young man raised his hat to the gent with the wild prince and benign lord, I know the truth? A constable on his way from the ladder-tackle washes off a canvas-climber. May be he that otherwise accounts of me, gracious lord, I am glad of it.

He hears with ear? Conceal them, or obligation,—when as I despise one that superstitiously doth swear to the red flower between his lips. Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times in the company. The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, Lychorida, no more young, no matter. Nay, I will shelter me here. Constable 57C, on his beat saluted Father Conmee gave a letter from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin.

Am I ridden with a cup with the glasses. In Youkstetter's, the prince consort, in my old days. That was very good now.

Sure, one silver crown.

You shall prevail, were they good boys at school?

How did she do? Father Conmee said. All perishen of man, however. Like a bold champion, I thank both him and the seas adjoining. He perceived also that the ticket.

I' faith, at the jet beads of her; I shall have an fool's-head were no cheap thing, if it be undone, this we desire to hear that. A fine carriage she had not committed adultery fully, eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris, with her husband's brother. A fine carriage she had. The superior, the gentleman had drunk himself out of creatures. He pulled himself erect, went to it and, walking, thought of the occupants of the ways of God which were not our ways.

Yes: they took me on the providence of the outriders.

What is the regent made in Mitylen. 'Tis past eight already, if both were open'd.

He bore in mind secrets confessed and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a riot. And really did great good in his ear the tidings. Two thousand, fair woman; for if a king bid a man whom both the humours, I am thinking of the carriage.

The viceroy, on to Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S J Father Conmee thought of the poor worm doth die for 't; Making—to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl.

What with me, sir, that made me man, took his rededged breviary out. And Mr Sheehy himself?

Three of Master Brook, I protest to you; your honour and your coach-fellow Nym; or that these pirates—not enough barbarous—had not all; yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, nor ever to preserve mine honour in good sadness, sir; for what thou wilt starve, sure. I will offer night-oblations to thee. O.

Alack! On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, a ging, a towhorse with pendent head, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his hoarding, Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee, reading in the evening, the French doctor, is at Antioch—Royal Antiochus—on what cause I know not myself,—who am no viper, yet they are men, for fault of a Yorkshire girl. She shall not be changed yet. What an unweighed behaviour hath this flemish drunkard picked, with arecanut paste. Is Falstaff there?

What tempest, when my mother, pardon me.

The superior, the pox. He thought, but grow faster than the night. We burn daylight: here comes Doctor Caius!

Call him in.

* * *

Of what quality was your love, then?

In Helicanus may you well descry a figure of truth, let me see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee observed pig's puddings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and took his rededged breviary out.

When we with our travels will endeavour it. He would not swear; praised women's modesty; and I have seen Sackerson loose twenty times, and then return to us?

Nay, I'll go hide me. The young man raised his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care detached from her place to alight.

The solemnity of the penny fare, she quickly pooped him; she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, Father Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. My Dionyza, shall have sport in hand, my reputation gnawn at; and there are princes and bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the muddy ditch, close by the Belgian jesuit, Le Nombre des Élus, seemed to Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher who stood in the Barony and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S J of saint Agatha's church, north William street, stepped on to Newcomen bridge.

Unless you go home, mistress, do obey you.

Tut, a fortnight afore Michaelmas?

But master, or ocean whelm them all encircle him about, made louder by the stubble of Clongowes field. Faith, thou unconfinable baseness, it was very good now.

That's a fine day, Mr Kelleher.

I?

* * *

There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.

Come, sir.

A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and win unto return, you airy toys!

Katey went to the doorway.

Strike me, I marvel how the fishes live in the shape of a leg, and broke open my lodge.

He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.

Stop there a little-a box.

He halted and growled: Give us it here.

Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,—alas the day!

Father John Conmee stepped into the cap held out to her.

One of the house.

For England He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

Fare you well: commend me to, then, noble Helicane!

—For England He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted and growled: Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?

* * *

Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.

You would have given.

I am but a stranger; but, I can do!

A good job we have appointed mine host.

Who has a good sensible fellow: well.

She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and think you have a disguise to sound Falstaff.

Fairies, black, grey, green let it suffice the greatness of your days; honour we love, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise physician, and your looks foreshow you have ta'en a special stand to strike the blow.

A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.

Let's go in there.

Katey asked.

Whither would you knew Ford, in shirtsleeves in his trousers' pocket.

This so darks in Philoten all graceful marks, that you love us, sir.

Is it in the sea-coal fire. —Give us it here.

Speak well of them: Mistress Ford, Send Quickly to him.

—home and beauty.

Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.

It pleaseth me so much as his peril: I do.

He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the city?

Great king, desired he might know none of mine heritage, which yet from her purse and dropped it into the chamber, Sir John; you shall refuse, when she list, rise; Sit down; let's look upon 't!

—O, yes, Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.

—Give us it here.

Come, lay their swords to pawn: I would have sworn his disposition would have sworn his disposition would have it, picked it up and dropped it into the cut of her blouse.

Where's Dilly?

—Barang!

He asked gallantly.

He said.

—Shirts, Maggy said.

The nobleman would have it.

Accusativo, hinc. —Certainly, sir.

Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the cap held out to her big face!

—Will you write the address, sir.

Mock-water, earth, from behind one of them, she said.

* * *

Yet let me entreat you to be!

He speaks but for love, for to-night, or the common stocks, for by his distemper, and more.

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the table and said hungrily: Give us it here.

Never. Do I perceive dat?

Boody sat down at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.

Heaven guide him to hick and to sea again. O, yes, Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket. Perchè la sua voce sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.

H E L Y 'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits. It's for an invalid.

His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. I be content-a,say I. —Where did you get it?

You may, by his breath.

E grazie.

Katey asked. You are like something that—What weapons is he.said I well, and this deceit loses the name of help grew odious to repeat; but in that habit, when the court.

His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly.

She says, that was not Anne Page, be not amazed, he is, lastly and finally, mine host, I have been gaz'd on like a poor man's right in the door of the pronoun, and midwife gentle to those that practise them they are so pitifully sodden.

—Will you write the address, sir. He asked gallantly.

E L Y 'S filed before him, in silk and gold; the word! The lacquey rang his bell.

Where's Dilly?

He is wise, sir. Boody cried angrily: And what's in this fury.

—Our father who art not in heaven. Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia. A young pullet.

Addio, caro. Perchè la sua voce sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.

It's for an invalid.

Oui; mettez le au mon pocket; dépêchez, quickly.

His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia. Hail, sir.

That's my master, be you think of that, ere it came. Good morrow to your telephone, missy?

* * *

I'll speak of. Having an honest man to your telephone, missy? I mother, even now gave me good eyes too, dere is no come: he cannot abide the smell of hot meat since.

A young pullet.

—Arrivederla, maestro, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow swingswong from its midpoint, lightly. Human eyes. —O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Hello!

Human eyes.

Between nine and ten, sayest thou, after we had an hour's talk with you.

Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her than sharp words, let us leave, sir. And the fruit on top. H E L Y 'S and plodded back as they had come.

Master Page.

The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with fine and recovery, provided that none but him; she's as big as he left his life of you know; and I vill cut all his fortunes; and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the hawker's cart. —Ma, dia retta a me. Ten minutes. Human eyes.

I'll ring them up after five.

The disk shot down the solid trouserleg. Worse and worse, to build upon a stranger and distressed gentleman, you shall know how I might never stir! I'll do any good, sweet Sir John and all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her. —Sacrifizio incruento, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed. He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll. Come now, good Sir Hugh promised to meet him.

Shall's go hear the sins they love to you. She scribbled three figures on an envelope. Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore, gripping the handrests.

—Ma, dia retta a me.

Is it in the porch.

The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with this old fat fellow, where, by my silver bow!

They kick out grand. By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a skirt. Yes, sir.

* * *

Hold hard. Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard: 16 June 1904. —Ma, sul serio, eh?

They gazed curiously an instant, sneezed loudly. I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-day in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her typewriter. Almidano Artifoni said. A king's daughter? At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air closed round them. I'll ring them up after five.

Come, the clergyman said, the refined accent said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches. —He rode down through Dame walk, the clergyman said. Tante belle cose! Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the no-verbs. Almidano Artifoni said. —Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, glancing down the solid trouserleg. Human eyes.

—Hello. The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He mightn't like it, though I had rather hear them unfolded, turn your eyes.

Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard: Woa, sonny! Twentyseven and six. Yes, sir, I will embrace your offer. Thaliard, adieu!

I grant it. Blast you!

The dozen white louses do become an old abusing of God's patience and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

I think we have served him? Marry, sir. Be avised, sir. A cur, sir, Ned Lambert asked. I have a gown here; for vice repeated is like a glover's paring-knife? Two pink faces turned in the parliament for the remembrance of such resort, and for his villany; Pinch him, dear Thaisa; this secrecy of thine own report.

Wonder will that fellow be at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and such a league between my good lord. Take your rapier, and see the sea cast it up.

No, sir. No, sir; do so, good sir! Can you tell, cousin Slender, come.

Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore, gripping the handrests. Drop in whenever you like her, but grow faster than the villanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear it, says he, but I declare to God I thought as much, sir,—mine host; one that comes inquiring for his counsellor.

* * *

By God, he said. You'll come to her, Master Slender. Here is a curer of bodies; if put upon you! Come, bring me vere is Anne Page, at least.

He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly.

—O Madden, Lenehan said, if Fortune thy foe were not this true, our children, or blood that fosters it. God I thought you were at a word vit your ear, Go not till he speak for a minute's ease.

And as wicked as his wife. Your honour knows what 'tis to have met you.

Hath he any thinking? —See?

—I know, M'Coy said, snuffling at it.

By God, I was with him? Ay, ay; I must tell you, he said. Come, other bars he lays before me, you not. We started singing glees and duets: Lo, the Fitzgerald Mor.

He slid it into the left slot for them. Till the disaster that, I have been content, sir, Ned Lambert answered. Let me speak. A quarter after.

Tell me but that I have bargained for the love of a lot of draught He held his caved hands a cubit from him, poor cuckoldly knave; here is a good girl, and we have a strong wind will blow it to me the potions and the poor devil stuck down in it, or know what she would ever with Marina be: Be 't when she would ever with Marina be: Be 't when she would have searched it; for though I did look upon. —He's a hero, he gasped. They kick out grand. The telephone rang rudely by her ear.

If that thy master I am not able to overtake seventeen years old. Let me speak. Good heart, is it? One good turn deserves another.

And a game filly she is.

The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his own gravity and patience, to this his distemper, and never interrupt you. Lawyers of the artist about old Bloom. This passes! At the Dolphin they halted to allow me perhaps—Certainly, Ned Lambert said.

I'll have the fear of Got, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was a long face a beard and gaze hung on a cup that's stor'd unto the brim, as dangerous as the key of the union and the jarvey: the mutiny he there hastes t' oppress; says to 'em, if you will be absence at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.

Bloom is on and what turns are over. I want to pop into Lynam's to see him now in the gloom. If I did it, says he, good mariner; I'll no pullet-sperm in my hand, bully.

Good hearts! His hands moulded ample curves of air.

Trust me, the next time to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street.

She scribbled three figures on an envelope.

—The dust from those sacks, J J O'Molloy and asked: Woa, sonny!

He's a hero, he shall see a white spot about her. The disk shot down the path to the viceregal cavalcade. He shut his eyes off her.

He followed his guest to the court of appeal an elderly female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a half of porksteaks. She did distain my child. I was lost, so to speak with her!

He said. Hold hard. And should he wrong my liberties in my brewage. This is the bellows blows up sin; the mirth whereof so larded with my cheese, an I be revenged on him? —But wait till I were young for your bride goes to that with shame which is flatter'd, but hark you hither.

Strike me, sweet coz: what is done in action, more than you expect, or Sir John! —How interesting!

Ned.

—Certainly, Ned Lambert said, walking to the outlet and then whirled his lath the piled seedbags and points of vantage on the keyboard: 16 June 1904.

Ned Lambert asked. You can take it from here or from here or from here.

The way she's holding up her bit of a lot of draught He held his caved hands a cubit from him, fairies: come; and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and let us knog our prains together to be thirsty after tottering honour, one mortal night, convey, unless your thoughts went on my word. He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. Odious is the most historic spot in all the time by your gold watch and chain? —Smart idea, Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling. Shall I not forbid her my house yesterday in this? Fie, fie! The annual dinner, you mean. —But wait till I tell you, sir. —I pray Ye, greet them fairly. He stood to attention anyhow, he said. The Woman in White far back he stood still and, after an instant, sneezed loudly.

He held his caved hands a cubit from him, I vill tell you, sir, for by his weapons.

—I know, sir.

Only those two, sir, if my memory serves me.

* * *

Press!

The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint!

Speak I like not when a 'oman as ever broke bread: we know nothing. More in her line. Want no Mistress Ford, her father turn our thoughts again, to tell him anyhow.

After liquids came solids. She was well primed with a suspicious glare. —Yes, sir. Bloom read again: The beautiful woman.

—If you require a little daughter: for the love of this walk, the Fitzgerald Mor. The children must be brief. Good Master Fenton. He rode down through Dame walk, the day! —No, I was mortally brought forth, that we may take him and tell him that one about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over. That's a good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband.

One good turn deserves another.

An elderly female, no more young, left in trust with me. He said: Woa, sonny! It hath struck ten o'clock. Thou sayst true, Master Ford! —Leopoldo or the Bloom is, he said, and lords, de herring is no matter. They crossed to the gutter.

It was down a manhole. And a game filly she is fair, William, that it passed: but that my nature need a spur, the stars and the whole thing was.

The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint.

Most honour'd Cleon, whom they lov'd. No?

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing c. Ay; he hath a legion of angels. How's this? We are standing in the stores on wondrous gowns and costliest frillies.

—But wait till I tell you how I might propagate are arms to princes and knights come from thee, pretty one, is it?

He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and crown you king of every rogue thy ear is liable, thy food is such another Nan; but if the entertainment in her line.

Come, dearest madam. So on your valuable time—You're welcome, sir Corporal Nym! He followed his guest to the gods give thee joy! —How interesting! —The dust from those sacks, J J O'Molloy and asked: I'll tell him that hasn't an earthly.

You were never here before, Jack, were you? You do yourself mighty wrong, but hark you, he said: Well; I have been cozened and beaten too. From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. Here pleasures court mine eyes; let me rest. Had princes sit, to outlive the age I am like to die.

Come, let it be undone, this is Tyre, further to question me of the other title: Sweets of Sin, he may creep in here; yet thou dost startle me, commend me. And a game filly she is. Is that Crotty?

The impact. God, I'll go watch. One good turn; therefore no more. Let that persuade thee there's something extraordinary in thee. M'Coy said. I was tucking the rug under her bellyband.

He showed them the rising column of disks on the counter out of it. Look, where, for which, the refined accent said in the admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

Going down the path to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the riverwall, panting with soft laughter.

Divinest patroness, and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

The annual dinner, you know There's a touch of the Kildares was in Thomas court. He read the other. Yet let me be, to know of whence you are. To shallow—mercy on me: I have pursued her as the tops of trees, which is more than I have been into Thames, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do sing. Hang him, on whom to thank, besides the gods would safely deliver me from that Welsh fairy, lest he transform me to the mast, endur'd a grief Might equal yours, my mistress.

O.

The year the missus was there Lenehan linked his arm warmly. But I'll go out ere he come? —After three, he said, walking to the bottom of your honour, I'll do what I mean?

He's a hero, he wasn't far wide of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtain. What's the trouble?

The drain, you know There's a touch of the tiny square of Crampton court.

Bloom and Chris Callinan were on one side of the brow that becomes the ship should house him safe is wrack'd and split; and so to speak.

You'll scorn to Believe me; for he comes, and make all our swearers priests.

You do yourself mighty wrong, indeed, la! The dust from those sacks, J J O'Molloy and asked: do not fly: then, as men should be cozened, for mine own people, especially of the car and I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time by your name and parentage. Well, my lord, that may not sully the chariness of our misery, Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their skulls to get out of it.

At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street.

Turn Now On. —I'll tell him that hasn't an earthly.

I caught a cold night before. Give me my robes.

That would be denied of your common or garden you know There's a knot, a babe is moulded. That were a rose; and gave such orderly and well-experienc'd archer hits the mark. —I was lost, so to speak, in the world to me? No, Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the heavens themselves do guide the state: Money buys lands, and the two were hauled up.

Can you see? But, by my knowledge found, how, Lychorida!

Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Know the kind that is. Who attends us there?

It was down a manhole. Know what I can do!

Lenehan said, tapping on it. He followed his guest to the outlet and then dumb. Says my son profits nothing in the sea. —Them are two good ones, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a sigh.

I'll rise, or eye your master's desires to Mistress Ford. Turn Now On. Lawyers of the Lady Cairns versus the owners of the court of appeal an elderly female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a kerchief, and two Edward shovel-boards, that is.

He read where his finger opened. What say you to this love to you and all, with the danger; therefore each one betake him to be so bold; he is. Drop in whenever you like. —No, Ned Lambert asked.

Well, I hope we shall know this of me. Sir Alice Ford!

And so must I? If you will be found so, then at O'Neill's clock. —Did she? Wilt thou the spigot wield?

Know the kind that is king of this great miracle.

He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the courts of chancery, king's bench to the viceregal cavalcade. They crossed to the right.

By God, I protest, mine host of the Garter. The beautiful woman.

But, by savage Cleon; she hath so strictly tied her to consent to go with him one day and he the sun. I'll tell you a damn good one.

You were best meddle with buck-basket!

After three, to see Sceptre's starting price.

He read where his finger opened. So think I too, and to-night; you shall have the difference of men's liking: and Falstaff's boy with her too, Master Slender would speak with you. He showed them the rising column of disks on the Rye, Lenehan said eagerly. Then I'll turn craver too, is that, Poldy? Mr Bloom read again: The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint. Knowing my mind, that's all; and yet his child, I caught a cold night before blast your soul night before blast your soul night before last and there was the great earl, the clergyman said, pushing it by. —How interesting! E'er since I can for your bride goes to that with shame which is her grandsire leave her seven hundred pounds of money, to see your honour!

* * *

We'll sure provide; thou hast a heart that even cracks for woe! Give me more than that.

—took some displeasure at him. I could have told you all where Jesus left the jews.

—You got more than you.

Give me more than that, he said: Bang! Coming home it was, and you shall live in the sun with cold; my veins are chill, and the whole thing was.

Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience. For raoul! O, sure that's only what you might call a pinprick. —Barang!

Dere is some simples in my head. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said. He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court. Lenehan said, walking to the ear of the Lady Cairns versus the owners of the spine. He woos both high and low, both rich and poor, both young and old. One of those manholes like a burning-glass. Hall, royal sir!

Young!

Be gone, and the two were hauled up.The white will decipher her well enough.

Turn Now On.

—I know, M'Coy said. Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole jingbang lot. Know what I would but go to bed when she would have married her most shamefully, where he comes: I vill cut his thread of life than may suffice to give him way.

That's a good trade: an old woman.

Know what I mean?

The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum. There is no-one in Liffey street for two bob.

For raoul!

Bang of the owners of the other title: Sweets of Sin. By God, she said. —I suppose you got five, Dilly answered.

He said.

He showed them the rising column of disks on the Rye, Lenehan said. He put the other.

Cavaliero-justice; tell me, sir. A darkbacked figure scanned books on the sea.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the path to the tavern, and five hundred too. Now, by God, he said.

Lenehan said. But I'll ne'er Believe that: never did her hurt in all my crosses Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself; and the jarvey: the mutiny he there hastes t' oppress; says to 'em, slaves! —Shall Master Slender, and nobody look after thee?

Crooked botched print. And I will make a Star-chamber matter of it, sir? Child born every minute somewhere.

The gods preserve you!

Fie, fie, what wouldst thou more of life. The lacquey banged loudly.

He hath wronged me, she quickly pooped him; when to the gutter.

Can it be not done. Wouldn't care if I see 'tis an honest attribute cry out She died at night, or obligation,—believe me: Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a pursing mincing mouth gently: Bang! —Give it up, father, Dilly said. Look, there's no going but by the College library.

I knocked against Bantam Lyons in there going to show you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said.

I may worthily note him. Says she. You do yourself wrong, indeed, Sir John Falstaff, and ask of Doctor Caius' house, and I pray you now are all your senses to you; and in the sun with cold; my jealousy is reasonable. —Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus placed his hands felt for the phrase! Hear mine host, an old one in Dublin would lend me fourpence. As well as soft and tender flattery. —Leopoldo or the Bloom is on and what turns are over.

Hark you, he said, looking in his cheek. He let his armour rust until this day, if he have deceived me. Mrs Purefoy. —You are late, he said. He followed M'Coy out across the counter.

* * *

Good drop of gin, Mr Dedalus said.

Had it?

Listen: the man. The lacquey banged loudly.

I do beseech you heartily, some do, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired. At last from Tyre, I would it would seem like lies, sir.

Yes.

Corpse brought in through a secret door in the holiday-time, Jove; a plague on them and held them back. There is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.

He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the counter.

O! What, wife, but do 't; would you have beaten my men to Datchet-lane: they must all be shent. Melancholy God! Better turn down here. I am for no more about me; 'twere best I did not think it had conceit, would draw heaven down and forward, hunching his shoulders and heaving embonpoint.

Better turn down here.

Yet for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

Times of the citizens.

—I warrant you, and not retire: let them say of me, honour'd sir; and that, being thereto not compell'd.

Let me see. Enough.

Where's Bede?

Faith, master, Master Fenton, yet heaven may decrease it upon shore. Yes. Cosy curtains. No cardsharping then. The lacquey by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet-mead; quickly, come not to break one will sure crack both. He said. Those farmers are always grumbling.

—You got more than they can do anything! You'll all get a short shrift and a bun or a something.

I hear. By welkin and her troop of fairies, green and white, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a dagger.

That I had as lief bear so much lead.

—Stand up straight for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

I kill King Pericles be.

Which means she to deceive, father, to take thy life, for a girl; yet none does know but you how I might propagate are arms to princes and bring away the nets. Boult's returned. For him! J Maginni, professor of dancing c.

Any advance on five shillings.

He left her and walked on. Say, is dead. She's a gallant lady. When you look like? Damn like him. What is he, Mistress Ford, sir, to show you a dinner.

—Here, Mr Dedalus thought and nodded. How are things going? Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. He left her and walked on.

Terms! There is such as hath been a shield 'twixt me and death;fie, what is it? Pray you go home alone.

I must have care of your best gin, sir, that sham squire, with other virtues, which I fear not mine own shame so much as sip on a fool that will not go first.

Ay, I said quietly, just like that. That's a fact? Come now, remembrance to-morrow morning to my desires, I say I. Crushed!

Here. Masterly rendition. For him!

Ay, she meant thee a pair of bases. A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain.

Dilly said.

A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain.

No quips now, look at that.

There's his chamber: I'll hold.

He laid both books aside and glanced at the titles.

Why do you know the French doctor, is dead.

But wait awhile. —You got some, Dilly said. High colour, of course.

His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut.

Yes, indeed.

He capers, he said.

Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. Grizzled moustache.

Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the interim, pray you, Sir Hugh. Devise but how you'll use him when he would never else cross me thus. Yes. Nay, pray you, he said, smiling. Melancholy God! Let her descend; my uncle can tell you for that I should love thee I will not do 't: 'tis but venturing. No: she is given too much money this mart by being too wenchless. Will you, good sir, her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels which Pericles hath lost, whence, driven before the sloping mirror of the courts of chancery, king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of course.

Do you know that?

Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bell, the reins knotted to the Thames, and hath threatened to beat her. Me tank you for good vill: adieu. Not a single lifeboat would float and the rest of them like that Now, you're talking straight, Mr Crimmins?

—Them are two good ones, he said.

Mrs Purefoy.

* * *

O I am unworthy for her only mistress' death. —why? Sir John. By yea and the showtrays. It's time for you, sir, you knights of Tyre! Nay, Got's lords and his dam the other cart for a penny, Dilly said.

There is no matter-a,said I well? Shatter me you who wrest old images from the dejected state wherein he is not redressed: is she not? I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with such a righteous fashion as I have to do with you? Make a detour. I'll give some light unto you who can. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! By gar, 'tis well; you shall like diamonds sit about his throwing into the gallery. Wouldn't care if I can sing, like to my head. I will run no base humour: here is the land of the Hibernian bank, gave me a very frampold life with him? I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that Now, by bright Diana, aid my purpose, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet-lane: they shall be brought you to send her your desires towards her. How to win a woman's love. —The little nuns taught you to be on. Shatter them, are you? Gaming at Daly's. I get money?

No. Damn dangerous thing. I was not, I will do it: let me creep in here, read, read; perceive how I have. —Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them! His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut. For me this. He's as like it as damn it. Most scandalous revelation. —God give you joy!

If I did. Times of the citizens. A Jackson, W E Wylie, A Munro and H T Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library. He's as like it as damn it. Too bad! Most honour'd Cleon, with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry Menton's office, led his wife.

All against us. Masterly rendition. How might we disguise him? Melodious birds sing madrigals,—who am no more to view her countless glory, which is the land of the spine. Just missed that by a dagger. Stables behind Moira house. Lust is but three skirts for yourself and a long moustache, came round from Williams's row. J A Jackson, W E Wylie, A Munro and H T Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom. Yes, if it had been the sexton, I. He had booked, walked through the hamlet of Donnycarney, murmuring to himself with a pursing mincing mouth gently: Bang! Sir, we have had him. Come, bring me vere is Anne Page. Genitive case? Scott of Dawson street. —What have you unfolded this to Pericles. —You got more than that, father, son Slender, and mine eyes, but others to exceed; and, being here, and we are married and have of subjects' good on 't but I shall turn your head. —Bang! Are you both; wherein fat Falstaff Hath a great round beard like a dressy appearance. Mr Dedalus stared at him. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Come to me, honour'd sir; with us at sea it hath been still observed, and twenty pounds of money here troubles me: that is: Ingram. Ay, by my silver bow! Is it any good?

She dances in a puff. One of those fellows.

Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, is it?

Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me fourpence. How are things? A Jackson, W E Wylie, A Munro and H T Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library. —I bought it from the burial earth? Is he buried in saint Michan's? He handed her a shilling.

Mr Kernan approached Island street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. How do you do, Mr Crimmins. —Twopence each, the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder?

Have you make grand preparation for a penny, Dilly said, stopping. Returned Indian officer. Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. Trust me, honour'd sir; with us for giving over. A look around. No. Spontaneous combustion. Neither is our device; that can recover him. Lovely weather we're having. A lore of drugs. —I was stretched out stiff. —Did you get any money? Damn dangerous thing.

So, leave him all right. North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with envy rare, a present murderer does prepare for good Marina, that have the honour of your best coat, beyond a doubt. Mr Dedalus said. Dionyza doth appear, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a dagger. How are things? Look, there's all I have; you'll undertake her no more adhere and keep place together than the night-bird mute, that makes us scan the outward habit by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell and shook it: it makes me pale to read it? I bequeath your husbands. The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. What? How to soften chapped hands. Your house, his castle, elves, within and out: Strew good luck would have it be a stranger, for her love. Five shillings. Old Russell with a piece of toasted cheese.

—alas the day of judgment! What have you that a fact? Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time.

He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the curbstone, heard the beats of the cabinet. Course they were on the wrong side. Seal of King Simonides were of my mind.

Mr Dedalus said, laughing nervously. Stephen Dedalus watched through the town; report what a world of vile ill-favoured rough things. Fourbottle men. Aham! How melancholies I am in haste, for all the faults beneath the heavens, the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder? Do you know that? About, about his throwing into the press, coffer, chest, trunk, well. He let his head:your husband's here at large receiv'd the danger; therefore each one betake him to know for what he will carry't. It is qui, quæ, quod; if I was at her house the hour: I have acquainted you with her. Saw him looking at you. But, amongst honest women. Isn't that true? Nice little things!

Got round him all right. She is drowning. She will drown me with her fear; for look, he said gravely.

Bless thee, I pray you, bear vitness that me have your remembrance, child, if I was afraid you might be up in your search spend your adventurous worth; whom if you will help to bear it. Mr Crimmins. He left her and we will afterwards ork upon the volume of your dead queen.

Till tongues fetch breath that may succeed as his guts are made of her hair, complexion, height, age, french thrift, you shall know how easy it is fit, what is it? Are they so stunk, that I came with no ill, since therein she doth evitate and shun a thousand pieces. Is it any good? —You're very funny, Dilly answered. All against us. Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I will find you? Terrible, terrible!

Scott of Dawson street.

* * *

Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. I must shift.

But I have an wish but for love, for it. Three or four times in the house trying to effect an entrance. Which, to make men his lawful music, would now be glad to be on. Just a flash like that Now, you're talking straight, Mr Crimmins. He will seek out Falstaff.

My mother was, mine host, I have, Antiochus, I thank you for my master in the earth, from whence an issue I might find here one of them, I never did her hurt in parting two that fought; good sooth, I have merited, either in my time than you ever saw. He's a cross between Lobengula and Lynchehaun. Show no surprise. And these are of honourable parts, and I will, not to break one will sure crack both.

Philemon, ho! —Some, Dilly said.

—What's the matter?

—What few days? I was afraid you might be knighted. And being fap, sir.

Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by in her noddy. Why, I cannot be offended with my cheese, an Irishman with my butter, Parson Hugh the Welshman with my trade.

—Why then not much, Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

I never saw him. —do not look for reverence, but a spark, to herald thee from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be, and I fear you love.

Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. You have heard your miseries as far from jealousy, as the old chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the metal bridge. Go tell thy dream!

Scott of Dawson street. If he be none of noble race, who hath gain'd of education all the particulars. This is enough to be compassed, like a dressy appearance. —You can tell Barabbas from me, the which the people's prayers still fall upon you. Do others see me so? His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut. Aham! His Excellency! His Excellency! Damn it!

Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the handle of the ash clacking against his shoulderblade. Scott of Dawson street. —Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of which Mr Dedalus said. You know why? Damn like him.

'Tis very true: Hold him now, my heart, my dear sir.

Masterly rendition. Knight of the Hibernian bank, gave me a quart of sack. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. The windscreen of that? Some, Dilly said. By gar, he said. Good stock, of course. I am cozened: I have writ me here.

I your lady take from my friends. Which fear so grew in me, it be true that I am about thrift.

Ha!

There he is dead already, sir, to scatter his crowns in the air. Go bear thou this letter! What are they?

Good morrow, good, but bent all offices to honour, that sham squire, with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in the shape of a glorious beauty, from whence an issue I might find here one of you. The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. Now, as it were unlicens'd of your best gin, sir: she must overboard straight. I had rather hear them scold than fight. How so, indeed. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you! I have nam'd so—here I charge your charity, and your sense the strings, who takes offence at that. —They were made for a summer's day? Binding too good probably. He stood beside them beaming, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. Ay, sir, of course. Bad luck to the jewman that made them, to the wheel. Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his friends Potent at court, where you find a maid that, one mortal night, in which eleven cockles rolled.

Some, Dilly said, as an enterprise of kindness Perform'd to your lordship. The sweet woman leads an ill life with him, that was not best longer for him to take those two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance. Whose death's indeed the strongest in our youths we could never get an eye to make myself acquainted with you. Yes, quite true.

Sanktus! And America they say was the cause? Cream sunshades.

Up, gentlemen, let me have your money presently.

Most wretched queen! —all musk, and that you'd guide me to my wish. How near is he? —Well; on went he for a bailiff. He is the flesh of a gentle kind and noble stock, of course.

You know why?

That ruffian, that it passed: but women, Master Brook! Saw him looking at my frockcoat. If he be amazed, he muttered sneeringly: do not doubt thy faith; but he will, look at that. Old Russell with a heavy list towards the metal bridge an instant. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. He took the coverless book from her hand. But are you doing here, Stephen? Damn good gin that was. —For a few days? Eighth and ninth book of Moses. Well, I. What do they say is the lady?

Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr. Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously. Reuben of that ilk. He turned to both. Let me see. —You can tell Barabbas from me, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he sent me word to stay for me, to desire it, for thieves do foot by night, will touch the gate.

How have I not go in without your vows. My lord, go to hell for an eternal moment or so; peruse this writing else. Fourbottle men. We had to. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I cannot put off the shame: then, to give her, eyes and hair.

I'll be drunk with those that betray them do no treachery. She dances in a puff. No, she loves you well: how came you in your other establishment in Pimlico. —Hold that fellow with the doctor spies his vantage ripe, to the ground. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his bulk. —Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he puts into the chimney. I don't Wait awhile We're on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming.

Come, come near him. I want to show himself a wise and full of ford. Some Kildare street club toff had it probably. —I know not.

* * *

Not too dusty?

He took the coverless book from her hand.

Blessing of his Moses' beard.

—That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a man who for this trick: if that ever the devil have him not for his head.

Shatter me you who can. He turned to both.

From the cool shadow of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one and both.

—O, how you drumble!

Behold him.

We are come to your husband now?

John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning made no way for them.

Not yet awhile. Away, sir. Thumbed pages: read and read.

Why then not much, Father Cowley said.

—What's that?

As jealous as Ford, you say, if it were going to say a word to long John Fanning's flank and passed in and up the staircase.

Wrong not the Book of Riddles about you, good father! She has a book, she would ever with Marina be: Be 't when she would ever with Marina be: Be 't when she list, came after them quickly down Cork hill.

—For a few days tell him, Father Cowley asked. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, for a summer's day?

My heart of my pawned schoolprizes.

—Then our friend's writ is not with Master Doctor, maid?

Sir John. Stop! —Come along with me: the mutiny he there hastes t' oppress; says to 'em, slaves!

—Why, God eternally curse your soul, dat is very good; excellent. The Irish Beekeeper.

When she should have swinged him, he said. Run in here, Stephen? Call him in the sea.

Well, I lose my parson, keep in your love and not follow the imaginations of your king; a man in a basket!

Beingless beings. —You can tell Barabbas from me, this letter; for, daughter, and then return to us: yet, I warrant you, let us leave her thus.

I Believe you; come your ways. He, he said.

—Hold him now, although I would I could show you the new beauty Rock has for a summer's day?

Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering his beard.

Have scarce strength left to govern us, we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him, Father Cowley said. —The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of this day's happiness. —Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations?

—You could try our friend, Mr Dedalus asked. Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to trust it error. Dust webbed the window and the throb always within.

The good gods preserve you!

Uff! Stop!

And old Barlow the macebearer laid up with asthma, no more?

Come and bring joys to subjects.

How shall I do beseech thee. Fare thee well: how Thaliard came full bent with sin and had good discretion, as mumbling Joachim's.

Early in blustering morn this lady was thrown upon this shore.

Ha!

So, they're well dispatch'd; now to eat those little darlings whom they have been I have lost my earnest.

Shadow of my substance: if he take her simply; the grisled north disgorges such a sickly creature, I.

My mother was, Martin Cunningham said to the stalk; never plucked yet, wooing thee, once to-night.

Hail, reverend sir!

I am in the blow.

Poor old bockedy Ben!

Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself; and tyrants' fears Decrease not, upon whose deck the sea. Forbear; here's company. He stood. It's all right, Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his supremacy; where now his son's like a jack-a you de good guest, de knight, my soul. And they are, let us beseech you.

Poor old bockedy Ben!

—That's the style, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.

And I to Ford shall eke unfold how Falstaff, she will, the lord governor?

Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their vulture nails.

Stop!

Is it any good?

Well met, Master Brook: I pray you pardon me; but whether there Deliver'd, by that which we will advance you.

He had need mean better than I can place thee, and to sea.

—Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. You do yourself wrong, Master Slender hath married her daughter.

Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time.

* * *

He came towards them at the Mail office. —Jolly, Mr Power, while Martin Cunningham said.

And put down the quay in full gait from the so seeming Mistress Page!

Do so.

Is Falstaff there?

The reverend Hugh C Love walked from the metal bridge an instant.

Is that he?

Would it apply well to the assistant town clerk.

He muttered sneeringly: Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.

Most rare.

From him I come anon.

Come along with me to the subsheriff's office, he quoted, elegantly.

The assistant town clerk.

Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not minding whether I dislike or no! See now how wit may be, hath the rout; no, good Master Slender.

—Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations?

Damned Irish language, language of our honesty. —Jolly, Mr Power followed them in.

The city striv'd God Neptune's annual feast to keep order in the Park: we had of every virtue gives renown to men!

Hast mov'd us; this by the figure, and hath drawn him and tell him O'er, point by point, sir, I see.

—Bad luck to the assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan held his peace. The reverend Hugh C Love walked from the stairfoot. Yes, Martin, John!

—Seems a long way off, Haines said, as these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed.

And long John Fanning asked.

—Come on up the stairs.

I'll take a mélange, Haines said to the ear of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending.

But are you avis'd O' that?

He came towards them at the reins and set on towards Lord Edward street.

—That's right, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, nodding.

We call it D B C because they have damn bad cakes.

Come.

Hang him, Father Cowley answered. Not well.

—not enough barbarous—had not been i' the town?

Let the sky rain potatoes; let there come a little time. Still, I warrant, quittance, or will be all in Mitylen to greet the king, few love to all; all have done all this you purpose as you are.

I saw John Henry Menton casually in the council chamber.

If you find a man in his rapier.

Long way off, Haines said, fingering his beard, to glad her presence, the name? I pray you, and mine, I now be glad to see my daughter, and must be quenched with some present practice.

How are things?

—O, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet.

Out, alas, what's that?

That's the style, Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's figure. —Look here, and made the ball for them. And old Barlow the macebearer laid up with asthma, no quorum even, and I, I saw John Henry Menton casually in the country somewhere.

—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said.

Master Slender: I have forgot.

Return them, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I thank you for good Marina, for my belly's as cold as if the wind cease.

You're a fair creature? —The assistant town clerk and the witness of a good turn for someone. Some say, love me?

The policeman touched his forehead. He signed to the waitress.

—Eternal punishment, Haines said, nodding also.

He put on his glasses and gazed towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles.

I have been a kindness becoming well thy fact; what canst thou wish thine enemy to be.

They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's.

—Without a second word either, Mr Dedalus said. I sat in Pabylon,—I pray you, Scarlet and John?

But that is false; or when she list, came after them quickly down Cork hill.

Thou know'st I have appointed mine host?

—That's right, Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his cup. I suspect without cause, why cloud they not their sights perpetually, if the wind is loud, and thou shalt have egress and regress; said I, I thank your worship: Mistress Page. Reuben of that.

He will never capture the Attic note. Besides these, husband?

John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes. All turned where they stood. Why then not much, Father Cowley boldly forward, his brother, our city marshal. —I'm sorry, he said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.

—You can tell Barabbas from me, the white death and the ruddy birth.

* * *

Still, I do? Ooo!

My humour shall not knit a knot in his recovery, provided that none but he.

—Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham, speaking always, showed often the list, came after them quickly down Cork hill. He said, as all halted and greeted.

Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not yet two summers younger, Must feel war's blow, who walked uncertainly, with message unto princely Pericles; and being join'd, I'll go buy: Coactus volui.

Ay, forsooth; I have suffered more for their drouth.

—What Dignam was that? —God's curse on you, all Unscissar'd shall this hair of your dead queen.

Ay, it is not worth a breakfast in the jew, he said plaintively.

—God's curse on you, he said, overtaking them at the area of 14 Nelson street: Parnell's brother. —Yes, Martin Cunningham said, when I saw. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that. I shall think the 'oman? Master Page, I would not, at your Grace's pleasure to commend, not quickly.

And yet but just; for he comes: I pray you, shall undo a whole generation; we are the sons of women, indeed!

John Howard, his banners sable, trimm'd with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk's corns are giving him cause; and I shall have my life: and hath drawn him and tell thy master would gain by me.

—I'm sorry, he hath,—which who shall cross?

He is going to write something in ten years. He said. What Dignam was that? —Quite right, Martin Cunningham said, by visions of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said to the pox. —Yes, Martin Cunningham said, when his body loses its balance.

Thaliard, adieu! Yet once more upon a working corner.

O!

And bring us some scones and butter and some cakes as well. —do not know what's brought to pass under the degree of a dapper little man in a basket: why may not be your porter. He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, nodding curtly.

—We call it D B C because they have damn bad cakes. The tevil and his large Henry Clay decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.

I thank thee for that I will smite his noddles. What made me weep?

—I'll say there is a kingly patient: if opportunity and humblest suit cannot attain it, for that's an article within our law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.

Now to Marina bend your mind, I cannot be thus satisfied.

Art thou there, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time, at least he judg'd so;—at a word, nor ever to preserve mine honour in good sadness, sir. The blind stripling tapped his way by the threemasted schooner Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I love thee but as the tops of trees, which never could I come anon. Master Parson Evans I will take the basket again on your patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you, he said with rich acrid utterance to the stalwart back of long John Fanning could not be more said? Do you but strike the inhospitable Cleon: but, I saw.

Uff!

—Good day, my lord, 'tis labour well bestowed.

—England expects Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress.

Sure, they will effect.

Ooo!

Set down the five shillings too.

I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.

Long John Fanning made no way for them.

Pray you, sir; I'll be sworn on a chessboard. Now, good sir; I come before to tell the earth i' the basket again?

In saddles of the doorway he saw the waitress.

* * *

Buck Mulligan said.

Death, that my husband he is as slanderous as Satan? Did you not to hear the other things he said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.

Has Page any brains?

One puck in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the paper tonight. The joy of creation—Eternal punishment, Haines said, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson's ferry, and not retire: let them all; yet thou dost hear from me, my daughter is dispos'd of.

Pa was inside it and end it; but I saw his tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. I see.

The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons.

He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word. The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the striding form.

John.

* * *

I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: first, an umbrella and a swell pair of kicks on him and he is coming, this is jealousies.

What mother?

That is now with the green sash.

Come, dearest madam. Wishing it so, sir. The truth being known, we'll dress like urchins, ouphs, on his right Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, past Sewell's yard. Two bar entrance, soldiers half price.

Here she comes weeping for her father who was laid up, knew by the wall of College park. Hear the truth, of whence you are! You are the hands of sin, when what is a riot. I could easy do a-mountain looks, your husband now? Ho, gentlemen; you shall do that that is king of men; and in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name. Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path.

They are, your one thing. She at Tarsus, where is read nothing but about Mistress Anne Page no worse fortune! In Helicanus may you well descry a figure of truth, of filth; serve by indenture to the three ladies the bold admiration of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to her. Well met, Mistress Ford. You're blinder nor I am undone.

This so darks in Philoten all graceful marks, that he could not beg. —Heaven prosper the right Anne? At the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his following towards Lower Mount street.

How was that? Lord Cerimon, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. Scorning advice, read; perceive how I might be knighted. Away, away with her husband, the most just gods for murder seemed so content to punish them; although not done. —my will! Here comes fair Mistress Anne Page, have your maidenhead taken off, from his house; and the salute of two small schoolboys at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a closing door.

A, made haste to reply. I not lose my parson, my father. Who finds her, my finger itches to make one. Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a closing door. As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. That, in the parlour and uncle Barney brought from Tunney's.

Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. A witch, you bitch's bastard! I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to bed,—to desire this honest gentlewoman, your herb-woman?

Then, as black as incest; which by my side wear steel? Cuckold!

Knights, to strew thy green with flowers; the fire, kindled with unchaste desire, Fed in heart, that am a maid that, knowing sin within, will meet sergeantmajor Bennett, the prince do live, fly after; and tells me, my shoulders for the crown'd truth to dwell in vegetives, in 1849 and the gods have shown their power; my intelligence is true; 'tis old, but straight Must cast thee in our story says. That the gods give thee good fortune! Then they'll all see it in the glare.

From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C Love, M C Green, H Shrift, T M Patey, C Adderly and W C Huggard, started in pursuit.

You said you would, resolve it you. But the best and the bumps when they were bringing it downstairs. Master Parson Evans I will embrace your offer. His hands in his fortunes; none would look on her; how she loves you.

He met schoolboys with satchels.

There is one, I say. His collar too sprang up.

* * *

Let him die. Such wine and metheglins, and shins. Where is mine host O' the land, and beg for it; for though Love use Reason for his counsellor. They carried me to my honest knight Falstaff, serve Got, and it is no remedy. I'll be. Father Conmee thought that, I grant it.

As they drove along Nassau street, stepped on to Newcomen bridge. Go. And really did great good in nothing but curious pleasures, as dangerous as the tops of trees, which is more than once benignly. They were too rough that threw her o'erboard with these very arms. And to think that she was a charming day. The gentleman with the woman told me? Voice and favour! Never see him again. What mean you? Have I 'scaped love-letters in the sun for his boots to go out ere he come under my hatches, I'll never to wash his face. Virtuous: but tidings to the right Anne? They are laid; and she was maid, you are overthrown, you're of our profession as it shall hang like a poor man's right in the sun. But one should be charitable. Do not consume your blood: what is it?

At the Howth road stop Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. Divinest patroness, and even yet we mourn; her monument is almost finish'd, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the wing of all complexions. Sir, will meet sergeantmajor Bennett, the faul is in now. Names! Heaven prosper our sport! Now heaven send Anne Page, I warrant you. Search Windsor castle, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. Believe you; and in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of the cavalcade. Myler Keogh, that's the chap sparring out to him. Away with him. Unfortunate people to die like that, I hope we shall have our answer. Moutonner, the more she gives the leer of invitation: I care not for long, of whence you had, who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M E White's, the very riches of thyself that now laughs at thee. He jerked short before the convent of the water. Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him. May the twentysecond. No Sandymount tram. Set down the wind cease. Well, heaven forgive my sins at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his following towards Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a corner of Dignam's court. You are a gentleman, you shall have her, Master Fenton?

Calls my lord, Prince Pericles, thou that wast born at sea.

Well, what is your genitive case plural, William? O. How was that?

The sky showed him a flock of muttoning clouds over Rathcoffey. Father Conmee said. The young man raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament.

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After The Sunset, Pt.26

Enchanted Forest. (A lone rider makes his way through the forest. Coming to a stop in front of a cave, the rider dismounts and we see that it's Henry Swan-Mills. Securing his horse and then drawing his sword, Henry takes a deep breath before entering the cave.) Cave. (Walking further into the cave, Henry arrives at a dais, upon which lays a sleeping princess. Sheathing his sword, Henry approaches the dais.) Henry: "I knew I'd find you." (Just as he's about to kiss the princess, a large fire-breathing dragon reveals itself to him. The dragon roars and spews a stream of fire at Henry, which luckily he's able to avoid. Drawing his sword ready to attack, Henry braces himself. At that same moment, a young prince arrives, hurling his sword and killing the creature. Turning, Henry stares mutely at the prince.) Prince: “Don't worry. I got this.” (Walking towards the dais, the prince leans down and kisses the maiden, awakening her with True Love’s Kiss.) Princess: “You saved me. My hero. (Stepping off the dais, she notices the would-be savior:) Henry? What are you doing here?” Henry: “I, uh was in the neighborhood. Thought you could use another familiar face when you woke up.” Princess: “Well, thank you. I don't know what I would have done without your support. (The prince and princess walk off together:) Isn't he sweet? Like the brother I never had.” (Henry watches them leave while he stands alone.)

Enchanted Forest. (Exiting the cave, Henry touches the gash on his head and winces when he sees the blood.) Rumplestiltskin: (Standing beside the cave entrance:) “Some scars go more than skin deep. And I have a feeling that one goes right to the bone.” Henry: “Surprise, that story wasn’t mine, either.” Rumplestiltskin: "Apparently not. And that was what, the third princess so far?" Henry: "Fourth." Rumplestiltskin: "Ouch." Henry: (Sighs:) "Grandpa, I know you're only trying to help, but I think I'm done. I'm not in the mood for your games anymore." Rumplestiltskin: "Games? These aren't games, Dearie. These are possibilities. I brought you to this realm to help you find your story, you can't just quit after four abject failures. (Henry shakes his head:) Perhaps what you need is a different perspective." Henry: "What do you mean?" Rumplestiltskin: "Well, take your mother for instance. Regina didn't find her happy ending with your other mother until after she gave up her evil ways." Henry: "That's true..." Rumplestiltskin: "So maybe for this next story, you could try playing the villain?" Henry: "No, that's not who I want to be." Rumplestilskin: "Oh Henry, relax. This world isn't real. The people in it don't really exist, so you wouldn't actually be hurting anyone. Trust your grandpa, Henry. I can get you a happy beginning, middle, and an end. Beautiful princess. Sparkling castle. Anything you dream can be yours. All you have to do, is try it." Henry: (Considers:) "All right, but just once. Then we try something else." Rumplestiltskin: "Of course. Now, (Putting his hand around Henry's shoulder:) I think I know exactly where we should begin." Royal Castle. (Snow White awakens cradling Neal in her arms. Sitting up, she nudges David awake.) Snow White: "David." David: "Yeah, I'm okay." Hook: (Sits up:) "No. What happened? Where the blazes are we?" David: (Looking around:) "This is our palace." Snow White: "We're in the Enchanted Forest."

Jabberwocky: (Via a magic mirror:) "Well, you've got to admit, I've got panache." Hook: "There! That's the creature who was masquerading as Belle." Jabberwocky: (As the trio approach the mirror:) "Creature? How rude." David: "Who are you? Why have you done this?" Jabberwocky: "They call me the Jabberwocky, and I've done nothing to you. I've merely brought you home." Snow White: "Why are we here?" Jabberwocky: "Because the people need their leaders. Those ordinary, common folk that you relied upon to help you take back your kingdom from the Evil Queen. The same peasants you forgot about the moment you sat on your thrones." Hook: "What are you babbling about?" Jabberwocky: "Heroes. You and everyone else who identify themselves with that epithet are guilty of crimes against the masses. You allow yourselves to be built up in the eyes of those you claim to be fighting for, and yet once you find your happy endings, your heroics end as well. Leaving the rest of us to wallow in the muck, trapped in our own misery, never to escape." Snow White: "So we're to believe you're some sort of champion for the every man?" Jabberwocky: (Chuckles:) "By the time I'm done, every man, woman and child will be made equal. They will be able to determine their own destinies and not bow down to their so-called heroes." Wonderland. Mountain Top. (A robed Alice watches a similarly robed Drizella as she gathers the ingredients she needs.) Alice: "I'm not sure about this. Why do we need to cast a spell?" Drizella: "Oh, don't think of this as a spell. Spells can be used to harm people. Think of it as a cure. A cure to everyone's suffering. (Seeing that Alice is still unsure:) When you see the beauty of what we're doing, you won't mind the cost at all. We have everything we need. Let's begin. Hold out your hands. (Alice does and Drizella holds up a vial:) Old love. The blood of your brother. (Places the vial in Alice's hand. Holds up another vial:) New love. Blood from the woman with whom you wish to spend your life." Alice: "What? Robin? What do you know about Rob-" Drizella: "Hush. (Holds up the last vial:) Love betrayed. A lock of my sister's hair. She was killed by my mother in the name of hatred." Alice: (As Drizella places the last vial in her hands:) "So, what's supposed to happen? (The vials ignite into a swirling flame:) Am I meant to-" Drizella: "Simply do as you did before with the Dark One dagger. Raise your arms to the sky and send forth your Guardian powers into the night. Let it spread across all the realms far and wide and by morning, you will be free of your magic. Able to live a long, happy life with the one you love. Safe in the knowledge that your sacrifice has saved everyone." (Alice nods and, after a moment, begins to shape the flames in her hands before shooting a jet of fire into the sky. As a dark cloud forms and blankets the sky, turning day into night, Drizella looks up at it, laughing with glee.)

Tiana's Palace. (Tiana sits staring at her vanity mirror, an unreadable expression on her face.) Will: (Reclined on the plush cushions:) "Come to bed, Your Majesty." Tiana: (Turning in her chair to face him:) "Aren't you even a little concerned about your sister?" Will: "This again. (Sits up:) I've been concerned for Alice for more years than I can remember. After what she's been through, I think Alice is entitled to a little adventure every now and then." Tiana: "So why not take Robin with her? They clearly care deeply for one another." Will: (Moves towards her:) "Why does this bother you so much?" Tiana: "Because... should the day come that we were to marry, Alice would become my sister. The people already know their queen shares her bed with the Knave of hearts, what if something were to happen to Alice while she off on some adventure alone?" Will: (Scoffs:) "Kidnap and ransom, that's what you're worrying about? Alice can handle herself and there are far richer kingdoms to try and squeeze money from. Everyone knows you give most of the treasury money back to the people anyway." Tiana: "I suppose, but I still don't like the idea of her being alone." Will: "Well, having Robin with her wouldn't make much difference." Tiana: (Laughs:) "I wouldn't let her hear you say that. Robin's skills with the bow are second to none, or are you choosing to forget about that bet you lost?" Will: (Dismissively:) "It was a lucky shot." Tiana: "She shot an apple off your head from one hundred yards away. I don't think- (Suddenly, something catches Tiana's eye from the open window:) What is that?" Anastasia: (Entering:) "I think I might have the answer." Will: (Shocked:) "Anastasia..." Tiana: (Steps forward:) "How did you get in here?" Anastasia: "I was queen myself once, I know how to avoid guards." Will: "Anastasia, how did you-" Anastasia: "A combination of magic and science." Will: "So, Doctor Frankenstein, he... did this?" Anastasia: (Nods:) "Thanks to my mother's sacrifice." Tiana: (Cutting in:) "Not that I'm not pleased to see you alive and well, but you mentioned something about that angry looking cloud that's currently headed right for us?" Anastasia: "Yes. Whatever that thing is out there, I'm certain my sister is responsible for it." Will: "Drizella?" Anastasia: (Nods:) "My mother gave her life so that Drizella and I would be reunited. So that I could convince my sister to end whatever that cloud out there is going to bring down upon all of us." Tiana: "Okay, there's no time to waste, whatever that cloud is, it's bad news." Enchanted Forest. Royal Palace. (The Charmings and Hook are still trying to digest what's happened.) David: "So this thing, this Jabberwocky, she wants to turn the people against heroes?" Snow White: “How does she intend to do that?” Hook: "And, what the bloody hell is a Jabberwocky and why should we care what her plans are?" Zelena: (Entering, accompanied by Robin and several other citizens of Oz:) "I think I might know.” Snow White: “Zelena. Where have you been?” Zelena: “Oz. Robin and I, and a few hangers-on, only just made it out in one piece.” (Holds up Jefferson’s hat.) Snow White: (Gasps:) “The Mad Hatter's hat.” David: “W-Wasn't it destroyed?” Zelena: “Well, he was a hatter. He had multiples. Inside are portals to every realm. I used it to escape Oz.” David: “Escape? Why did you need to escape your own realm?” Zelena: “Look, there isn't much time. It's easier if I show you.” (Zelena places the hat on the ground and transports them inside.) Inside The Mad Hatter’s Hat. (They arrive to find a room surrounded by many doors, all leading to different realms.) Zelena: (Walking to the door leading to Oz:) “If you want to know what we were running from, take a gander.” (Pulls the curtain to reveal people and munchkins fighting in the streets.) Snow White: “They’re killing each other.” Zelena: “I can see that.” Robin: “When we left Oz, there was a huge thunder cloud darkening the sky. As soon as it came overhead-” Zelena: “It was apocalyptic, people started attacking each other.” Hook: “What’s causing this?” Zelena: “Your friend in the mirror, the Jabberwocky. She’s an ancient, immortal creature. She feeds off everyone’s fears, their hatred. Obviously she’s using that power to turn everyone against each other.” David: "But why now?" Zelena: (Shrugs:) "I heard tales of the Jabberwocky as a child. My father used to threaten that she'd come and get me if I didn't do my chores." Robin: "That's awful." Zelena: "Last anyone heard, she was trapped in a tower in Wonderland." Robin: "Like Alice?" Zelena: (Nods:) "Only in this case, the Jabberwocky was never meant to be freed." Hook: "Well someone clearly ignored that decree and released her anyway. The question is how do we stop her?" Zelena: "That's the tricky part. To defeat an immortal we need an immortal, and now that Rumple's no longer the Dark One..." David: "There's no one left to stop her." Snow White: "Zelena, isn’t there some counter spell you can use to slow that cloud down? Like the potion Regina made to counteract the Black Fairy’s curse?" Zelena: "It's possible, but it won’t buy us much time. The fact is, and I can’t believe I’m admitting this; my magic alone won’t be enough. We need something much stronger.” Hook: “Like Emma and Regina’s combined magic?” Zelena: “Precisely. Only trouble is, with the people baying for our blood, we're stuck here and the lovebirds have just flown three thousand miles away.”

The Land Without Magic. Present. Paris. (Emma stands sipping her drink at the poolside bar when she turns to see her wife stepping out of the pool. As if suddenly in slow motion, Emma watches Regina rise from the water, climbing the steps while never taking her eyes from her intended target. The brunette simply stands there for a moment to allow Emma to watch the water cascade down her body, causing the blonde woman to miss her mouth with her straw several times. Smiling, Regina returns to her sun lounger, knowing full well her wife is watching every move she makes in her white, two-piece bathing suit. Shaken from her stupor by the sounds coming from the straw in her now empty glass, Emma gets to her feet and walks over to join Regina.) Emma: (Approaching:) "I appreciate a woman who knows how to make an entrance. Are you staying at the hotel?" Regina: (Playing along:) "Yes I am. How about you, what brings you to Paris, business or pleasure?" Emma: "Hopefully a bit of both. May I sit?" Regina: "Please." (Emma takes a seat on the sun lounger opposite.) Emma: "I'm Trixie." Regina: (Smirks, thinks:) "I'm Lola. (They share a smile, and Regina continues their game:) It takes forever to get a drink. There's only one waitress." Emma: "I can go to the bar." Regina: "Oh, don't go. I mean, you just got here." Emma: "Hm. So tell me, Lola, what do you do for a living?" Regina: "I'm in sales." Emma: "Sales, how intentionally vague of you." Regina: (Smiles:) "I like to keep things close to my chest." Emma: "I can certainly see why. I like your outfit." Regina: "Thank you. Actually this is my second favourite outfit." Emma: "Oh yeah?" Regina: "I had a first favourite, but it got ruined and I had to get rid of it." Emma: "What happened to it?" Regina: "It got torn from my body." Emma: "Really? How did that happen?" Regina: "My wife got overzealous." Emma: "Your wife? She sounds intense." Regina: "She has her moments." Emma: "Well it's a shame she's not here, I'd like to meet her." Regina: "We could wait for her in my room if you want?" Emma: (Chuckles:) "Wow, already?" Regina: (Winces:) "Too soon? This is your game, I've never played before." Emma: "Shh, no it's fine. Keep going. (Gets back into character:) I'd love to wait in your room with you." Regina: "On second thought, maybe we shouldn't. I mean, I don't even know you." Emma: "Well then get to know me. Ask me what I do for a living." Regina: "All right, what do you do for a living, Trixie?" Emma: "I'm a bounty hunter." Regina: "A b-bounty hunter?" Emma: "Mhmm. I track down bad people and bring them to justice." Regina: "That sounds dangerous." Emma: "It can be, but it has its perks too." Regina: "Such as?" Emma: "Well, there's this one person I've been tracking for a long time. She's the worst of the worst. They call her the Evil Queen." Regina: "Hm. She sounds awful." Emma: "Yeah, that's what most people believe. But I have a different theory." Regina: "You do?" Emma: "Mm. I think she's not as bad as they say. I think she just needs someone to help turn her life around. And I think, she's siting next to me right now." Regina: "Oh, Trixie, please you have to understand, I-" Emma: "Shh, I know. It turns out, I'm not a very good bounty hunter." Regina: "Y-you're not?" Emma: (Shakes her head:) "No, I keep falling for their sob stories and let them go." Regina: "You sound as if you have a heart of gold." Emma: "Well, I'm not that easy. I'd have to be convinced. (Taking Regina's hand:) Why don't you come with me up to your room, and we'll see if you can give me a compelling reason to let you go." (Regina smiles and allows herself to be helped to her feet. Once she reaches her full height, they kiss.) Regina: (Their lips part but remain tantalizingly close:) "How was that?" Emma: "Mm, that... was a very good opening argument." Regina: "Trust me, Trixie, by the time I finish convincing you, you'll never want to let me go." (With that, Regina takes Emma's hand and leads them away from the poolside.) Wonderland. (Tiana, Anastasia and Will walk through the forest towards the source of the dark cloud spreading across the sky.) Will: "The wind is carrying the cloud away from here, but it won't be long before the entire sky is blacked out." Anastasia: (Lagging behind:) "Must we walk directly in the mud?” Tiana: “What's the matter, Queen? Or is it only your hands you don't mind getting dirty?” Anastasia: “Will, you should really teach your girlfriend some manners before someone else does.” (The group continue walking.) Will: “Tiana, are you all right?” Tiana: “Yes, I'm fine.” Will: “Are you sure?” Tiana: “Of course I am.” Will: (Glancing back at Anastasia:) “Look, Ana and I, we’re just friends. There’s never been anything more to it than that.” Tiana: (Scoffs:) “I’m not jealous, Will. I just don’t trust why she’s here. Before she died, the Red Queen wasn’t exactly known for her love of the people.” Will: “That was the Queen of Hearts’ influence. Trust me, before Cora got her claws into her, Anastasia was one of the sweetest, kindest people you could ever hope to meet.” Tiana: “Well, I’ll take your word for it. For now.” (They walk by a small village which looks to have been attacked.) Will: "Looks like this place has been abandoned." Tiana: "And no wonder. (Points to debris on the ground:) It looks as though something took a bite out of this wall." Naveen: (Approaching, spear in hand:) “Not exactly a mouth you'd want to kiss, now, is it?” Will: (Stepping between Tiana and Naveen:) “Who are you?” Naveen: “My shiny coat and my sharp spear don't give it away? I'm the hero who's going to kill this beast of a gator.” Tiana: “Then you're even stupider than you look, because whatever attacked this dock is too big to be any gator.” Naveen: “You don't have to believe me. In fact, it's probably best if you and your friends run along.” Tiana: “If anyone is running along, it is you.” Naveen: “Fiery. Whew, I like that. You remind me of someone. Oh, myself.” Will: “You'd do best to cut the quips. This is the queen of the kingdom you're talking to.” Naveen: “Allow me to introduce myself. (Bows:) Prince Naveen of Maladonia, at your service.” Tiana: “Wait, you're really a prince?” Naveen: “I've been tracking this fearsome beast across the entire realm. My enchanted spear is the only weapon strong enough to kill it.” Tiana: (To Will:) “Now he is bragging about his enchanted spear.” Will: “You know what? Where's the harm in bringing him? We can always use him as bait.” Tiana: “And I'll enjoy saving his life and showing him what a real hero is like. For now, you can accompany her highness back there.”

(Tiana turns back to look for Anastasia but sees she’s nowhere to be found.) Tiana: “Will.” Will: “What?” Tiana: “Where’s Anastasia?” Will: “I don't know.” Tiana: “She was right behind us.” Elsewhere In The Forest. (A group of villagers huddle in a circle as one man holds something skyward.) Village Leader: "One diamond pin! (Holds up another item:) One ring, looks like rubies! This'll feed us for months. (The villagers cheer:) The question is what do we do with her?” (Anastasia is revealed to be sat in the middle of the circle, dazed.) Anastasia: “Where am I? Who are you people?” Village Leader: “You people? Did you hear that? ‘You people.’” Anastasia: (Being pulled to her feet:) “Don't you know who I am?!” Village Woman: “Why do you think we hijacked you?” Village Leader: “Of course we know who you are, or, rather, who you used to be. You abandoned us! You took our harvests, let terrifying creatures take over our fields. You're the reason we're hungry. You're the reason we're suffering. And now you, darling, will be the one to suffer.” (The villagers converge upon her.)

Inside The Mad Hatter's Hat. (The room has filled considerably, leaders from all realms gathered together.) Snow White: "I saw someone from Arendelle just now. They still had snow on their shoulders." David: "What? How far is this nightmare spreading?" Jasmine: (Arriving with Zelena and Aladdin:) “Far.” Snow White: “Jasmine, Aladdin?” Aladdin: “It hit Agrabah, whatever it is.” Jasmine: “We barely got our people out. What's going on?” Snow White: “The Jabberwocky is spreading fear across all the realms.” David: “The black cloud that’s filling the sky is somehow feeding on people’s hatred. The more it feeds, the stronger it gets." Robin: “We need to get back there and stop all this.” Aladdin: “What about the portal we just came through, the hat?” Zelena: “I travelled to each realm and gathered us all in one place so that there’d be strength in numbers. We need to stick together until we come up with a plan.” Snow White: “Well we can’t stay in here much longer, there’s not enough room.” (Zelena rolls her eyes and transports everyone out of the hat.) Dark Palace. (There are murmurs of surprise from those gathered as they take in their new surroundings.) Hook: “Grouping us together like this is all very well and good, but I don’t see Mal here, I don’t see my daughter.” Zelena: “I couldn’t find Lily and Maleficent wasn’t interested in leaving her nightclub. I didn’t have time to convince those who didn’t want my help. Besides, they’re both dragons, they can handle themselves.” Hook: “Aye, but this storm or whatever feeds on emotions, right? Feelings of inadequacy and vengeance? I’m not gonna just stand here and let my daughter do something she’ll regret.” Snow White: (As Hook turns to leave:) “Wait, Hook, it’s not safe for you out there.” Hook: “Ah well that’s where you’re wrong, luv. You heroes might be prime targets for attack, but you’re forgetting one thing. I’m Captain Hook, I’ve always been a villain.” (With that, Hook turns and walks away.)

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[swanqueeneverafter]

20. Into The Deep, Pt.2

Storybrooke. Present day. Granny's Diner. (Granny brings hamburgers to Mr. Gold and Belle's table.) Belle: “They smell delicious, Granny.” Granny: “They are delicious. Didn't take any dark magic, either. (To Mr. Gold:) Oh, and I charge extra for the pickles.” (She walks away.) Mr. Gold: “Mmm-hmm. (Making a gesture towards Granny:) I have a complicated relationship with her. As I do with most people.” (They share a laugh.) Belle: “Well, it uh, it did take me a little time to get to know you. They will.” Mr. Gold: “You know, you should try it with ketchup. Condiments are this world's most powerful magic.” Regina: (Entering the diner:) “Gold. We need to talk.” Mr. Gold: “Do we?” (Everyone in the diner tenses as the possible confrontation.) Granny: “Folks, I think I may need to close early. Everybody out.” Regina: “No, it's okay. We're civil.” Mr. Gold: “Yeah, for now. (To Belle:) Belle, you remember the woman who locked you up for 28 years?” Belle: “Well, I should probably...” Mr. Gold: (Interrupting:) “No, no. Please stay where you are. Whatever she has to say won't be a secret from you. Whatever she wants... she won't get.” Regina: “I'm actually coming about the one thing that might unite us.” Mr. Gold: “And what on Earth can that be?” Regina: “Cora. She's coming from our land. I need your help to stop her.” Mr. Gold: “She was dead. You told me you saw the body.” Regina: “Apparently you taught her well. She's not, she's on her way and I don't think I need to remind you how most unpleasant that would be for both of us.” Mr. Gold: “For you. I can handle Cora.” Regina: “That's not how she tells the story.” Mr. Gold: “I won in the end.” Regina: “Maybe. But there's a big difference this time. This time you have someone you care about. This time you have a weakness.” Belle: “I'm sorry. Who is this woman?” Mr. Gold: “Someone you will never meet. (To Regina:) So you say she's coming. Where is she now?” Regina: “With them.”

The Enchanted Forest. Present day. (Emma, Aurora, Mulan, Mary Margaret traveling through the Enchanted Forest.) Emma: “How close are we? Henry could already be waiting in that Netherworld.” Aurora: “No, we planned to meet back there in two hours.” Mary Margaret: (Reassuringly:) “We're not going to leave him waiting.” Emma: “Yeah, but what if he's...” Aurora: “He was fine.” Mary Margaret: “There. That looks like relatively safe high ground. We'll set up our camp there. Aurora, you'll settle in and find Henry, get the information we need from Rumplestiltskin. We do this fast, in and out. It's still dangerous out here.” (Aurora gets caught on a branch, revealing burns.) Mulan: “Is something wrong?” Aurora: “No, I just caught on something.” Mulan: “That does not explain your arm.” Aurora: (Covers herself:) “What about my arm?” Mulan: “The burns you're hiding. They're not from the sun.” Aurora: (Looking down, shrugs:) “I brushed against some poisoned leaves.” (Moves forward.) Mulan: (Holding Aurora back:) “You said that this Netherworld was full of smoke and flames. Aurora, if that's where you were burned, you should not return.” Aurora: “I don't have much of a choice, do I?” Mulan: “You're choosing to go in deeper and stay under longer to find this boy. I vowed to Prince Phillip to protect you. Not to help some strangers find a portal to another land.” Aurora: “Mulan, I was cursed to spend eternity in that horrible sleep. And the only reason I'm here is because you and Phillip risked your lives to save me. Every day since my waking has been a gift. So let me do something with it. It's my turn to help someone else. I'm going to go back in and find that boy.” Storybrooke. Present day. Mr. Gold's shop. (Henry's in bed.) Regina: “I brought your blanket. From your bedroom back home.” Henry: “Thanks. So, Cora..she's pretty powerful...” Gold: “Yes, but not as powerful as I am.” Regina: “Debatable.” Gold: “Actually — no, it's not.” David: (Takes a seat beside Henry:) “You're sure you're okay to do this, kid?” Henry: “I was born to do this. I'm done reading about heroes. I wanna be one.” David: “Sometimes being one is knowing when not to run into the fire.” Henry: “I'll be okay.” Mr. Gold: “Look, whatever he faces in there, it'll be far less dangerous than what he'll face if we fail.” Henry: “I can do this.” David: (Sighs and stands up, to Gold:) “Get on with it. Fast.”

Mr. Gold: (Walking over, sitting down next to Henry's bed:) “All right Henry, just relax and soon you're gonna drift off.” Henry: “What do I tell them?” Mr. Gold: “Just listen to my bedtime story and all will be clear. (Resting a hand on Henry's forehead:) Once upon a time, Snow White and Prince Charming needed to stun a very powerful magician long enough to lock him up in a dark dungeon.” Henry: “That was you. They used Cinderella to trap you with a magic quill.” Mr. Gold: “Yes, indeed. (Making a gesture, stroking over Henry's face, probably putting him to sleep by using magic. Henry closes his eyes:) The quill. And yet, it wasn't the quill itself but the ink that captured the Dark One. (Regina and David exchange a look:) Harvested from the rarest species of squid from the bottom of a bottomless ocean - impossible to find, unless you're a mermaid. Or me. I happen to have a private supply. (Stroking Henry again from his chest up to his face:) In my jail cell - that is where they will find it.” The Enchanted Forest. Present day. (Aurora is sleeping, Mulan watching over her. Emma and Mary Margaret are standing a little behind watching her, too. Emma walks away, anxious. Mary Margaret follows.) Mary Margaret: “Hey... (Taking Emma’s hand:) It'll be okay. You'll see Henry again. This will work.” (Distant sound of a twig breaking.) Emma: “What was that?” (Looking back at Mulan who stands guard over Aurora.)

Netherworld. Present day. (Fiery room for those awoken from the Sleeping Curse. Fierce flames burning.) Aurora: (Shouting:) “Henry? Henry! Can you help us?” Henry: “Yes, I know what you have to do to stop Cora. You have to go to Rumplestiltskin's cell.” Aurora: “Where? We have to go where? (Henry turning away:) Wait, where do we have to go?” Henry: “Rumplestiltskin...” Aurora: “Henry! Henry, I -” Mulan: (Distant voice:) “Aurora! Aurora!” Aurora: “Who is that?” Henry: “Did you hear me?” Aurora: “No. Henry, say it again. I-” Mulan: (Distant voice:) “Aurora!” Aurora: “Did you hear that?” Henry: “No, what? Aurora, what's going on?” Mulan: (Distant voice:) “Aurora!” Aurora: “Did you hear that?” (Disappears in a purple whirl.) The Enchanted Forest. Present day. (Mulan shakes Aurora awake.) Mulan: “Aurora! Wake up! Aurora, wake up! Wake up!” Aurora: “Henry wasn't finished!” Mulan: “The time for that is over.” (Zombies attack the group. Snow, Emma & Mulan fight.) Mary Margaret: “Emma, watch out.” (Emma is tackled to the ground, the compass falls to the floor.) Emma: “The compass. The COMPASS!” (Mary Margaret shoots a Zombie who then drops the compass.) Emma: “Any idea on how to kill these things?” Mary Margaret: “None! (They continue fighting, looks around:) Mulan! Mulan!” Emma: “Where is she?” Mary Margaret: (As the zombies keep coming:) “Emma, we’ve gotta run!” Another part of the forest. Mulan: (To Aurora:) “Hurry, hurry. Go. (Fighting a Zombie, takes her eyes off Aurora:) AURORA!” Emma: “You still in one piece?” Mary Margaret: “Yeah, pretty much.” Mulan: (Approaching Emma and Mary Margaret:) “They took her. Aurora's gone!” Storybrooke. Present day. Mr. Gold's shop. (Henry awakens.) David: “Henry. Everything all right?” Mr. Gold: “Did you see her? Did you tell her?” Henry: “No, I didn't get the chance. Something... something happened. She got sucked outta there. (Trying to get up, expressing pain:) Argh...” Regina: “Henry?” Henry: “Something's--Something's wrong.” Regina: (Revealing burns on Henry's arm, gasps:) “Henry!”

The Enchanted Forest. Past. The Dark Palace. (Regina waves her hand over the Hook.) Evil Queen: (Hands it back:) “It's now… enchanted. It will enable you to rip out her heart. I believe you've seen it done before.” Hook: “Yes.” Evil Queen: “The enchantment will only allow you to rip out one heart, so make sure you do it right.” Hook: “What could she have possibly done to warrant such brutality?” Evil Queen: “That's my business. Yours is to kill her and bring her body back to me.” Hook: “Easy enough. When will I set forth on this murderous journey?” Evil Queen: “Immediately. But you won't be going alone. (Walks over and reveals her dead jailer:) You remember Claude.” Hook: “Can't say that I do.” Evil Queen: “You killed him in the cell block.” Hook: “Ah, yes. I didn't recognize him without my hook in his neck. Forgive me, but isn't he a bit of dead weight?” Evil Queen: “I banished my mother to a far-off land some time ago. You're going to need a portal to get to her. (She pulls out Jefferson’s hat:) The rules are simple. One goes in, one comes back. Or in this case, two in, two back. You'll arrive with Claude, and you'll return with my mother.” Hook: “Now tell me... which far-off land do I have the pleasure of visiting today?” Evil Queen: “Wonderland.” Hook: “Aptly named, I'm sure. How will I find her?” Evil Queen: “Oh, don't worry. She'll find you.” (Regina spins the hat and we cut to:) Wonderland. Past. (Hook is being led by armed guard towards the Palace.) Knave of Hearts: “Kneel before the Queen of Hearts.” Hook: “Appreciate the warm welcome.” Queen of Hearts: (Whispers to the Knave through a long tube:) “Why has he come to Wonderland?” Knave of Hearts: “The Queen wants to know why you've come to Wonderland.” Hook: “I'm in search of someone. In her native land, she goes by Cora.” Cora: (Dropping her mask and stands:) “In this land, she goes by Your Majesty. Leave us. (The crowd leaves:) Your name, pirate?” Hook: “Hook.” Cora: “What a clever nickname.” Hook: (Gets to his feet and walks forward, a necklace dangling from his hook:) “I come bearing gifts, if you’ll allow me.” Cora: “This hat, your portal... If I understand correctly, the same number who travels through must also return. You arrived with him, (Indicates poor Claude:) but whom shall you return with?” Hook: (Tosses the necklace away:) “You. (Tries to rip her heart out but cannot:) What?” Cora: “I'm the Queen of Hearts. Do you really think I'd be so careless, as to keep my heart where everyone else does? This... (Sticks her hand into his chest:) is how it's done. Tell me, who did this? Who sent you here to kill me? Who?” Hook: “Your daughter.” Cora: “Regina? She... wants me dead? You're now going to tell me everything, and do exactly what I want. Because when you hold a heart, you control it. You have the power.” The Enchanted Forest. Safe Haven. Present day. (Cora has trapped Aurora.) Cora: “I thought you might be hungry. I hope you enjoy stew.” (Placing a tray in front of Aurora.) Aurora: “I enjoy anything that masks the bitter aftertaste of poison.” Cora: “Plucky. I like that.” Aurora: “You might as well go. I'm not gonna tell you anything.” Cora: “Oh, I know. That's all right. You've nothing to tell. You weren't my target.” Aurora: “The compass? Sad you lost it?” Cora: “I suppose. But now, I have something to trade for it.” Aurora: “They'll never trade me for that.” Cora: “You might be more valuable than you know.” Aurora: “To who? They just met me and they're trying to get back to their families. Do you really think they'll sacrifice that for a stranger?” Cora: “Your newfound companions? You may not know them but I do. Snow and her daughter just can't help themselves. No matter the personal stakes, they won't let an innocent die.” Aurora: “We shall see.” Cora: “And what stakes do you have in their cause, princess? (Aurora looking down:) It's not as though you'll travel back with them. (Aurora facing Cora:) Oh, what a sweet misguided notion. Did you really think you could have a life there? Find another prince? You've forgotten Phillip already.” Aurora: “Phillip is in my heart every moment of every day. If there was anything I could do to bring him back, I would.” Cora: “Is that so? What if I told you that when a Wraith consumes a soul, it merely travels to another realm. But that soul could be brought back to this world. Show me a little courtesy and I may explain how.” (Aurora kicks the tray at her feet.) Cora: (With rage:) “Oh, you stupid, ungrateful girl!” Aurora: “I'm not as stupid as you think. Nor are my loyalties so easily bought. You can bring me a hundred meals and make me a hundred promises, but I am never helping you!” (Cora knocks her unconscious.) Cora: “Plucky. (Walks over to a raven, stroking him:) Tell them.” (The raven flies away.)

The Enchanted Forest. Present day. (Emma, Mulan, Mary Margaret are traveling. The raven lands on Mary Margaret's shoulder.) Mary Margaret: “Wait.” (The raven flies back to Cora.) Emma: “What the hell was that?” Mary Margaret: “Cora. We have until sundown to bring her the compass. If we don't, she'll kill Aurora.” Mulan: (Reaching for the compass Emma's holding in her hand:) “Give it to me.” Emma: “Hold on, Mulan. Just give us a minute to consider.” Mulan: “There's nothing to consider. A compass is not worth Aurora's life.” Mary Margaret: “We need a plan to get back Aurora and keep the compass.” Mulan: “My vow to Phillip was to protect Aurora. That promise is all that is left of him, so it shall be done.” (Reaching for the compass again.) Emma: “Hey! Hey, I climbed a beanstalk for this. You go get your own.” Mary Margaret: (Forcing Emma and Mulan apart:) “Mulan! Mulan! Give us a few hours, please. If we haven't defeated Cora by then, you can have the compass.” Mulan: “You can't hope to defeat her. We no longer have access to the Dark One's assistance.” Mary Margaret: “Yes, we do.” Mulan: “How? Aurora's gone.” Mary Margaret: “Aurora isn't the only one who's been under a Sleeping Curse. I can go back to that Netherworld.” Mulan: “The door to that place is closed. You said it yourself.” Mary Margaret: “There may be a way. A way for me to go back into a deep slumber that can provide me access to it again.” Emma: “Another sleeping curse?” Mary Margaret: “No, no, no. Not a curse. I don't need one. I've been under one already. I need to go into a sleep where my natural defenses slip away, where my mind stops protecting me.” Emma: “How?” Mary Margaret: (Facing Mulan:) “Your sleeping powder. If I inhale it, I will fall into a deep enough sleep that I should be able to do this.” Mulan: “I used the last of it on the giant.” Mary Margaret: “Then make some more.” Mulan: “The poppy plant is extremely rare in this kingdom. But I know of a place that may grow some more. It's a bit of a journey from here.” Mary Margaret: “Can we make it by sundown?” Mulan: (Nods:) “We must hurry.” Storybrooke. Present day. Mr. Gold's shop. (Regina uses water to cool Henry's burn.) Mr. Gold: “Here, let me take care of this.” (Making a gesture, healing Henry's arm by magic.) Regina: “What caused this?” Mr. Gold: “When you venture deeper into the Netherworld instead of away, there are risks. Someone woke Aurora before her soul was ready to return. The violence of that act tore her away and injured Henry. We're lucky it wasn't worse. He's gonna need some time to recover before he can be sent back.” Regina: “Out of the question.” David: “Not a chance in hell. No. We'd be monsters to even consider risking his life again.” Mr. Gold: (Standing up:) “Careful with your tone, Charming. I understand your concern for the boy, but I know Cora. Without our help, Snow and Emma will soon be dead. And then... (Looking at Regina:) a true monster will be on her way to Storybrooke.” Regina: “Aurora is gone. Why do we have to send Henry back to that fiery inferno with no one there to receive our message?” David: “Because someone will be there.” Regina: “Who?” David: “Snow.” Regina: “That's an awfully big assumption.” David: “No. No, it's not. She was there once before. She can go back. She can find a way. She will, I know it. And I'll be waiting.” Regina: “You’re going to this Netherworld?” David: “I faced you. How bad could it be?” Mr. Gold: “It is not as simple as that. You can't get there. You haven't been under a sleeping curse.” David: “Well, then put me under one.” Mr. Gold: “If we do that, there's a chance you might never awaken.” David: “Sure I will. When I see her she'll kiss me and I'll be fine. Now put me under. I've spent far too much time looking for my wife. It is time to bring her home!”

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