…look yonder, boys, there’s another in the sky lurid — like, ye see, all else pitch black.
DAGGOO — What of that? Who’s afraid of black’s afraid of me! I’m quarried out of it!
SPANISH SAILOR (Aside.) — He wants to bully, ah!— the old grudge makes me touchy (Advancing.) Aye, harpooneer, thy race is the undeniable dark side of mankind — devilish dark at that. No offence.
DAGGOO (Grimly) —None.
ST. JAGO’S SAILOR — That Spaniard’s mad or drunk. But that can’t be, or else in his one case our old Mogul’s fire-waters are somewhat long in working.
5TH NANTUCKET SAILOR — What’s that I saw — lightning? Yes.
SPANISH SAILOR — No; Daggoo showing his teeth.
DAGGOO (Springing) — Swallow thine, mannikin! White skin, white liver!
SPANISH SAILOR (Meeting him) — Knife thee heartily! big frame, small spirit!
ALL — A row! a row! a row!
TASHTEGO (With a whiff) — A row a’low, and a row aloft — Gods and men — both brawlers! Humph!
BELFAST SAILOR —A row! arrah a row! The Virgin be blessed, a row! Plunge in with ye!
ENGLISH SAILOR — Fair play! Snatch the Spaniard’s knife! A ring, a ring!
OLD MANX SAILOR — Ready formed. There! the ringed horizon. In that ring Cain struck Abel. Sweet work, right work! No? Why then, God, mad’st thou the ring?
MATE’S VOICE FROM THE QUARTER-DECK —Hands by the halyards! in top-gallant sails! Stand by to reef topsails! ALL The squall! the squall! jump, my jollies! (They scatter.)