<emph> to <name> for horses, per #10

The horse names are unmarked in u14 (per #18 and #10).
Also caught a
<foreign xml:lang="ga">Raimeis</foreign> at 12.1239.

u12_cyclops.xml

@@ -1217,16 +1217,16 @@
 <lb n="121216"/>lost a bob and found a tanner.
 <lb n="121217"/><said>―</said>Gold cup, says he.
 <lb n="121218"/><said>―</said>Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.
-<lb n="121219"/><said>―</said><emph>Throwaway</emph>, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest
+<lb n="121219"/><said>―</said><name type="horse">Throwaway</name>, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest
 <lb n="121220"/>nowhere.
 <lb n="121221"/><said>―</said>And Bass's mare? says Terry.
 <lb n="121222"/><said>―</said>Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on my
-<lb n="121223"/>tip <emph>Sceptre</emph> for himself and a lady friend.
-<lb n="121224"/><said>―</said>I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on <emph>Zinfandel</emph> that Mr Flynn gave
+<lb n="121223"/>tip <name type="horse">Sceptre</name> for himself and a lady friend.
+<lb n="121224"/><said>―</said>I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on <name type="horse">Zinfandel</name> that Mr Flynn gave
 <lb n="121225"/>me. Lord Howard de Walden's.
-<lb n="121226"/><said>―</said>Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. <emph>Throwaway</emph>,
+<lb n="121226"/><said>―</said>Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. <name type="horse">Throwaway</name>,
 <lb n="121227"/>says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name is
-<lb n="121228"/><emph>Sceptre</emph>.</p>
+<lb n="121228"/><name type="horse">Sceptre</name>.</p>
 <p><lb n="121229"/>So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was
 <lb n="121230"/>anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his luck
 <lb n="121231"/>with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.
@@ -1237,7 +1237,7 @@
 <lb n="121236"/>sticking in an odd word.
 <lb n="121237"/><said>―</said>Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't
 <lb n="121238"/>see the beam in their own.
-<lb n="121239"/><said>―</said><emph>Raimeis</emph>, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't
+<lb n="121239"/><said>―</said><foreign xml:lang="ga">Raimeis</foreign>, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't
 <lb n="121240"/>see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing twenty millions of
 <lb n="121241"/>Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? And our potteries
 <lb n="121242"/>and textiles, the finest in the whole world! And our wool that was sold in
@@ -1549,7 +1549,7 @@
 <lb n="121548"/><said>―</said>I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.
 <lb n="121549"/><said>―</said>Who? says I.
 <lb n="121550"/><said>―</said>Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on
-<lb n="121551"/><emph>Throwaway</emph> and he's gone to gather in the shekels.
+<lb n="121551"/><name type="horse">Throwaway</name> and he's gone to gather in the shekels.
 <lb n="121552"/><said>―</said>Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse in
 <lb n="121553"/>anger in his life?
 <lb n="121554"/><said>―</said>That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back
@@ -1561,7 +1561,7 @@
 <lb n="121560"/><said>―</said>There you are, says Terry.</p>
 <p><lb n="121561"/>Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. So I just went round the back of
 <lb n="121562"/>the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was
-<lb n="121563"/>letting off my (<emph>Throwaway</emph> twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to
+<lb n="121563"/>letting off my (<name type="horse">Throwaway</name> twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to
 <lb n="121564"/>myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in
 <lb n="121565"/>Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is five
 <lb n="121566"/>quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke was telling me

u14_oxen.xml

@@ -1125,20 +1125,20 @@
 <lb n="141124"/>face grew dark. All could see how hard it was for him to be reminded of his
 <lb n="141125"/>promise and of his recent loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast
 <lb n="141126"/>had not the noise of voices allayed the smart. Madden had lost five
-<lb n="141127"/>drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the rider's name: Lenehan as much
+<lb n="141127"/>drachmas on <name type="horse" rend="none">Sceptre</name> for a whim of the rider's name: Lenehan as much
 <lb n="141128"/>more. He told them of the race. The flag fell and, huuh! off, scamper, the
 <lb n="141129"/>mare ran out freshly with O. Madden up. She was leading the field. All
 <lb n="141130"/>hearts were beating. Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her
-<lb n="141131"/>scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home
-<lb n="141132"/>when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level,
+<lb n="141131"/>scarf and cried: Huzzah! <name type="horse" rend="none">Sceptre</name> wins! But in the straight on the run home
+<lb n="141132"/>when all were in close order the dark horse <name type="horse" rend="none">Throwaway</name> drew level,
 <lb n="141133"/>reached, outstripped her. All was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were
 <lb n="141134"/>sad anemones. Juno, she cried, I am undone. But her lover consoled her and
 <lb n="141135"/>brought her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums
 <lb n="141136"/>which she partook. A tear fell: one only. A whacking fine whip, said
 <lb n="141137"/>Lenehan, is W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider
 <lb n="141138"/>is like him? Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in
 <lb n="141139"/>a hack canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont. Mercy on
-<lb n="141140"/>the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the filly that
+<lb n="141140"/>the luckless! Poor <name type="horse" rend="none">Sceptre</name>! he said with a light sigh. She is not the filly that
 <lb n="141141"/>she was. Never, by this hand, shall we behold such another. By gad, sir, a
 <lb n="141142"/>queen of them. Do you remember her, Vincent? I wish you could have seen
 <lb n="141143"/>my queen today, Vincent said. How young she was and radiant (Lalage

u15_circe.xml

@@ -2934,7 +2934,7 @@
 <lb n="152933"/>Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen
 <lb n="152934"/>three quarters. Curse me for a fool that didn't buy that lot Craig and
 <lb n="152935"/>Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck, curse it. And that
-<lb n="152936"/>Goddamned outsider <emph>Throwaway</emph> at twenty to one. <stage>(he quenches his cigar
+<lb n="152936"/>Goddamned outsider <name type="horse">Throwaway</name> at twenty to one. <stage>(he quenches his cigar
 <lb n="152937"/>angrily on Bloom's ear)</stage> Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?</p></sp>
 <sp><speaker><lb n="152938"/>Bloom</speaker>
 <p><stage><lb n="152939"/>(goaded, buttocksmothered)</stage> O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!</p></sp>
@@ -3380,7 +3380,7 @@
 <lb n="153379"/>waiting waters.)</stage>
 <sp><speaker><lb n="153380"/>The Dummymummy</speaker>
 <p><lb n="153381"/>Bbbbblllllblblblblobschb!</p></sp>
-<stage><lb n="153382"/>(Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the <emph>Erin's King</emph>
+<stage><lb n="153382"/>(Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the <name type="ship">Erin's King</name>
 <lb n="153383"/>sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel
 <lb n="153384"/>towards the land.)</stage>
 <sp><speaker><lb n="153385"/>Councillor Nannetti</speaker>
@@ -4812,7 +4812,7 @@
 <p><lb n="154811"/>Night, Mr Kelleher.</p></sp>
 <sp><speaker><lb n="154812"/>Corny Kelleher</speaker>
 <p><stage><lb n="154813"/>(to the watch, with drawling eye)</stage> That's all right. I know him. Won a bit
-<lb n="154814"/>on the races. Gold cup. <emph>Throwaway.</emph> <stage>(he laughs)</stage> Twenty to one. Do you
+<lb n="154814"/>on the races. Gold cup. <name type="horse">Throwaway.</name> <stage>(he laughs)</stage> Twenty to one. Do you
 <lb n="154815"/>follow me?</p></sp>
 <sp><speaker><lb n="154816"/>First Watch</speaker>
 <p><stage><lb n="154817"/>(turns to the crowd)</stage> Here, what are you all gaping at? Move on out of