Moby Dick Page #4

Was not Ahab of old a very wicked king?

And when he was slain,

did the dogs not lick his blood?

Look, lad,

Captain Ahab did not name himself.

Sign the paper now, and wrong him not

because he happens to have a wicked name.

Now for that son of darkness

that is thy friend.

Queequeg, step forward.

What say you, Bildad?

I suspect thee art not a Christian.

Doest thee attend church on Sundays?

Doest thee know and obey

the Ten Commandments?

God, man.

Take the pen. Make thy mark.

Sign now for a 60th part of our profit.

Put there, quick.

Lantern kegs:
15.

Rubber pipes:
10.

Avast, there!

Are you going aboard, shipmate?

Have you signed to sail on that ship?

Have you signed to sail the Pequod, I say?

Was there anything down

about signing away your souls?

-What?

-Perhaps you haven't got any.

-Have you met old Ahab yet?

-What are you jabbering about?

Did they say how his mother birthed him,

gave him his evil name, and died?

How God's lightning struck down

and branded him?

How he spat in the holy goblet

in church of Valparaiso?

Did they tell you about his last voyage?

I know all about him being crippled

by a whale. Come on.

All about it? You're sure you do? Sure?

Did they say how the whale marked him

inside and out...

and a mischief was worked on his soul?

No, I don't think they did.

-Who'd know? Not many, I guess.

-You can't fool us.

It's very easy for a man to look like

he's got a great secret.

I have, lad.

At sea one day,

you'll smell land where there be no land.

On that day, Ahab will go to his grave,

but he'll rise again within the hour.

He will rise and beckon.

Then all, all save one, shall follow.

Morning, shipmates. Morning.

May the heavens bless you.

Hey, you.

-What's your name?

-Elijah.

My name is Elijah.

-Bible?

-No, thank you, Aunt Charity, I have mine.

Bible?

-Thank you, ma'am.

-God bless you.

Don't whale it too much on the Lord's day.

But don't lose a fair chance, either.

Spring, you sons of bachelors!

Jump, spring, there, green pants!

You, Scotchcap!

-Yes?

-Spring!

Good white cedar plank is 3% more this year

than the last.

Hoist the yards!

Our boots and clothes are all in pawn

Go down, you blood red roses, go down

And it's mighty drafty

round the Cape of Storms

Go down, you blood red roses, go down

Oh, you pinks and posies

Go down, you blood red roses, go down

Take care of the butter.

20 cents a pound, it is.

Bildad, stop palavering away.

Three years is a long while going.

God have you in his holy keeping.

For that is where them whalefish blow

Go down, you blood red roses

Avast! Heave it!

Heave it there!

Heave away, forward.

There 's some that's bound

for New York town

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