(Ahab moving to go on deck; Pip catches him by the hand to follow.)
Lad, lad, I tell thee thou must not follow Ahab now. —
The hour is coming when Ahab would not scare thee from him, yet would not have thee by him. —
There is that in thee, poor lad, which I feel too curing to my malady. Like cures like; —
and for this hunt, my malady becomes my most desired health. —
Do thou abide below here, where they shall serve thee, as if thou wert the captain. —
Aye, lad, thou shalt sit here in my own screwed chair; —
another screw to it, thou must be.”
“No, no, no! ye have not a whole body, sir; do ye but use poor me for your one lost leg; —
only tread upon me, sir; I ask no more, so I remain a part of ye.”
“Oh! spite of million villains, this makes me a bigot in the fadeless fidelity of man!–and a black! —
and crazy!–but methinks like-cures-like applies to him too; —
he grows so sane again.”
“They tell me, sir, that Stubb did once desert poor little Pip, whose drowned bones now show white, for all the blackness of his living skin. —
But I will never desert ye, sir, as Stubb did him. Sir, I must go with ye.”
“If thou speakest thus to me much more, Ahab’s purpose keels up in him. —
I tell thee no; it cannot be.”
“Oh good master, master, master!
“Weep so, and I will murder thee! have a care, for Ahab too is mad. —
Listen, and thou wilt often hear my ivory foot upon the deck, and still know that I am there. —
And now I quit thee. Thy hand!–Met! True art thou, lad, as the circumference to its centre. So: —
God for ever bless thee; and if it come to that,– God for ever save thee, let what will befall.”
(Ahab goes; Pip steps one step forward.)
“Here he this instant stood, I stand in his air,–but I’m alone. —
Now were even poor Pip here I could endure it, but he’s missing. Pip! Pip! Ding, dong, ding! —
Who’s seen Pip? He must be up here; let’s try the door. What? neither lock, nor bolt, nor bar; —
and yet there’s no opening it. It must be the spell; he told me to stay here: —
Aye, and told me this screwed chair was mine. —
Here, then, I’ll seat me, against the transom, in the ship’s full middle, all her keel and her three masts before me. —
Here, our old sailors say, in their black seventy-fours great admirals sometimes sit at table, and lord it over rows of captains and lieutenants. —
Ha! what’s this? epaulets! epaulets! the epaulets all come crowding. Pass round the decanters; —
glad to see ye; fill up, monsieurs! What an odd feeling, now, when a black boy’s host to white men with gold lace upon their coats! —
–Monsieurs, have ye seen one Pip?– a little negro lad, five feet high, hang-dog look, and cowardly! Jumped from a whale-boat once; —
–seen him? No! Well then, fill up again, captains, and let’s drink shame upon all cowards! —
I name no names. Shame upon them! Put one foot upon the table. Shame upon all cowards.–Hist! —
above there, I hear ivory– Oh, master! master! I am indeed down-hearted when you walk over me. —
But here I’ll stay, though this stern strikes rocks; —
and they bulge through; and oysters come to join me.”