)
That's a white man; he calls that fun: humph! I save my sweat.
OLD MANX SAILOR
I wonder whether those jolly lads bethink them of what they are
dancing over. I'll dance over your grave, I will--that's the bitterest
threat of your night-women, that beat head-winds round corners.
O Christ! to think of the green navies and the green-skulled crews!
Well, well; belike the whole world's a ball, as you scholars
have it; and so 'tis right to make one ballroom of it.
Dance on, lads, you're young; I was once.
3D NANTUCKET SAILOR
Spell oh!--whew! this is worse than pulling after whales in a calm--
give us a whiff, Tash.
(They cease dancing, and gather in clusters. Meantime the sky darkens--
the wind rises.)
LASCAR SAILOR
By Brahma! boys, it'll be douse sail soon. The sky-born, high-tide
Ganges turned to wind! Thou showest thy black brow, Seeva!
MALTESE SAILOR (Reclining and shaking his cap)
It's the waves--the snow's caps turn to jig it now.
They'll shake their tassels soon. Now would all the waves
were women, then I'd go drown, and chassee with them evermore!
There's naught so sweet on earth--heaven may not match it!--
as those swift glances of warm, wild bosoms in the dance,
when the over-arboring arms hide such ripe, bursting grapes.
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