(Stubb solus, and mending a brace.)
Ha! ha! ha! ha! hem! clear my throat!–I’ve been thinking over it ever since, and that ha, ha’s the final consequence. —
Why so? Because a laugh’s the wisest, easiest answer to all that’s queer; —
and come what will, one comfort’s always left– that unfailing comfort is, it’s all predestinated. —
I heard not all his talk with Starbuck; but to my poor eye Starbuck then looked something as I the other evening felt. —
Be sure the old Mogul has fixed him, too. I twigged it, knew it; —
had had the gift, might readily have prophesied it–for when I clapped my eye upon his skull I saw it. —
Well, Stubb, wise Stubb– that’s my title–well, Stubb, what of it, Stubb? Here’s a carcase. —
I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing. —
Such a waggish leering as lurks in all your horribles! I feel funny. Fa, la! lirra, skirra! —
What’s my juicy little pear at home doing now? Crying its eyes out? —
– Giving a party to the last arrived harpooneers, I dare say, gay as a frigate’s pennant, and so am I–fa, la! —
lirra, skirra! Oh–
We’ll drink to-night with hearts as light, To love, as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim, on the beaker’s brim, And break on the lips while meeting.
A brave stave that–who calls? Mr. Starbuck? —
Aye, aye, sir– (Aside) he’s my superior, he has his too, if I’m not mistaken.– Aye, aye, sir, just through with this job–coming.