"I'll rattattatter it out of him"

(455.30-457.24)  With his time nearing an end, Shaun has grown hungry once again.  "But I fill twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm after eating a few natives," he says.  The girls accordingly set before him a "hissing hot luncheon."  Shaun, with his tremendous appetite, eats a lot again (consistent with what was reported in the last chapter).  As the description goes on, he ends the mass which he began at the beginning of the chapter, saying, "Eat a missal lest" (paraphrasing, as McHugh notes, the Latin ending of the Catholic Mass, "Ite, missa est.").  Of particular note in this passage is the way that the language signifying the food Shaun eats breaks apart as Shaun chews that food, reducing it to a "clingleclangle":  "fudgem [fudge], kates [steak] and eaps [peas] and naboc [bacon] and erics [rices] and oinnos [onions] on kingclud [duckling] and xoxxoxo [cabbage -- the x's stand for consonants and the o's stand for vowels] and xooxox xxoxoxxoxxx [boiled protestants -- potatoes, as Tindall notes]."

Feeling "fustfed like fungstif" (stuffed like Falstaff), it's time for Shaun to set off and make his mail rounds.  He also has to collect "extraprofessional postages" owed to him by Thaddeus Kelly, Esq., who mailed "nondesirable printed matter."  Shaun is determined to get what Kelly owes him.  "I'll knock it out of him!" he says.  "I'll stump it out of him!  I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of old Con Connolly's residence!  By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint Collopys, blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not pentitent Ferdinand!"

Now Shaun really has to be going, for if he doesn't leave, he says, he'd be tempted to become a priest.  With his hunger "weighed" and his anger "suaged," he tells the girls not to wait for him and boasts that he'll deliver a swift heel to the face of any "Clod Dewvale" who tries to get in his way.  "And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by," he tells the girls.  "Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday."  Before they all know it, he concludes, they'll be lining the welcoming route for "his Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation."