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1"Hark ye yet again--the little lower layer. All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event--in
2the living act, the undoubted deed--there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its
3features from behind the unreasoning mask. If man will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach
4outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white whale is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think
5there's naught beyond. But 'tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable
6malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be the white whale
7principal, I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me. For
8could the sun do that, then could I do the other; since there is ever a sort of fair play herein, jealousy presiding
9over all creations. But not my master, man, is even that fair play. Who's over me? Truth hath no confines. Take off
10thine eye! more intolerable than fiends' glarings is a doltish stare! So, so; thou reddenest and palest; my heat has
11melted thee to anger-glow. But look ye, Starbuck, what is said in heat, that thing unsays itself. There are men from
12whom warm words are small indignity. I meant not to incense thee. Let it go. Look! see yonder Turkish cheeks of spotted
13tawn--living, breathing pictures painted by the sun. The Pagan leopards--the unrecking and unworshipping things, that
14live; and seek, and give no reasons for the torrid life they feel! The crew, man, the crew! Are they not one and all
15with Ahab, in this matter of the whale? See Stubb! he laughs! See yonder Chilian! he snorts to think of it. Stand up
16amid the general hurricane, thy one tost sapling cannot, Starbuck! And what is it? Reckon it. 'Tis but to help strike a
17fin; no wondrous feat for Starbuck. What is it more? From this one poor hunt, then, the best lance out of all Nantucket,
18surely he will not hang back, when every foremast-hand has clutched a whetstone? Ah! constrainings seize thee; I see!
19the billow lifts thee! Speak, but speak!--Aye, aye! thy silence, then, that voices thee. (Aside) Something shot from my
20dilated nostrils, he has inhaled it in his lungs. Starbuck now is mine; cannot oppose me now, without rebellion." "God
21keep me!--keep us all!" murmured Starbuck, lowly. But in his joy at the enchanted, tacit acquiescence of the mate, Ahab
22did not hear his foreboding invocation; nor yet the low laugh from the hold; nor yet the presaging vibrations of the
23winds in the cordage; nor yet the hollow flap of the sails against the masts, as for a moment their hearts sank in. For
24again Starbuck's downcast eyes lighted up with the stubbornness of life; the subterranean laugh died away; the winds
25blew on; the sails filled out; the ship heaved and rolled as before. Ah, ye admonitions and warnings! why stay ye not
26when ye come? But rather are ye predictions than warnings, ye shadows! Yet not so much predictions from without, as
27verifications of the foregoing things within. For with little external to constrain us, the innermost necessities in our
28being, these still drive us on. "The measure! the measure!" cried Ahab. Receiving the brimming pewter, and turning to
29the harpooneers, he ordered them to produce their weapons. Then ranging them before him near the capstan, with their
30harpoons in their hands, while his three mates stood at his side with their lances, and the rest of the ship's company
31formed a circle round the group; he stood for an instant searchingly eyeing every man of his crew. But those wild eyes
32met his, as the bloodshot eyes of the prairie wolves meet the eye of their leader, ere he rushes on at their head in the
33trail of the bison; but, alas! only to fall into the hidden snare of the Indian. "Drink and pass!" he cried, handing the
34heavy charged flagon to the nearest seaman. "The crew alone now drink. Round with it, round! Short draughts--long
35swallows, men; 'tis hot as Satan's hoof. So, so; it goes round excellently. It spiralizes in ye; forks out at the
36serpent-snapping eye. Well done; almost drained. That way it went, this way it comes. Hand it me--here's a hollow! Men,
37ye seem the years; so brimming life is gulped and gone. Steward, refill! "Attend now, my braves. I have mustered ye all
38round this capstan; and ye mates, flank me with your lances; and ye harpooneers, stand there with your irons; and ye,
39stout mariners, ring me in, that I may in some sort revive a noble custom of my fisherman fathers before me. O men, you
40will yet see that--Ha! boy, come back? bad pennies come not sooner. Hand it me. Why, now, this pewter had run brimming
41again, wer't not thou St. Vitus' imp--away, thou ague! "Advance, ye mates! Cross your lances full before me. Well done!
42Let me touch the axis." So saying, with extended arm, he grasped the three level, radiating lances at their crossed
43centre; while so doing, suddenly and nervously twitched them; meanwhile, glancing intently from Starbuck to Stubb; from
44Stubb to Flask. It seemed as though, by some nameless, interior volition, he would fain have shocked into them the same
45fiery emotion accumulated within the Leyden jar of his own magnetic life. The three mates quailed before his strong,
46sustained, and mystic aspect. Stubb and Flask looked sideways from him; the honest eye of Starbuck fell downright. "In
47vain!" cried Ahab; "but, maybe, 'tis well. For did ye three but once take the full-forced shock, then mine own electric
48thing, that had perhaps expired from out me. Perchance, too, it would have dropped ye dead. Perchance ye need it not.
49Down lances! And now, ye mates, I do appoint ye three cupbearers to my three pagan kinsmen there--yon three most
50honorable gentlemen and noblemen, my valiant harpooneers. Disdain the task? What, when the great Pope washes the feet of
51beggars, using his tiara for ewer? Oh, my sweet cardinals! your own condescension, that shall bend ye to it. I do not
52order ye; ye will it. Cut your seizings and draw the poles, ye harpooneers!" Silently obeying the order, the three
53harpooneers now stood with the detached iron part of their harpoons, some three feet long, held, barbs up, before him.
54"Stab me not with that keen steel! Cant them; cant them over! know ye not the goblet end? Turn up the socket! So, so;
55now, ye cup-bearers, advance. The irons! take them; hold them while I fill!" Forthwith, slowly going from one officer to
56the other, he brimmed the harpoon sockets with the fiery waters from the pewter. "Now, three to three, ye stand. Commend
57the murderous chalices! Bestow them, ye who are now made parties to this indissoluble league. Ha! Starbuck! but the deed
58is done! Yon ratifying sun now waits to sit upon it. Drink, ye harpooneers! drink and swear, ye men that man the
59deathful whaleboat's bow--Death to Moby Dick! God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!" The long,
60barbed steel goblets were lifted; and to cries and maledictions against the white whale, the spirits were simultaneously
61quaffed down with a hiss. Starbuck paled, and turned, and shivered. Once more, and finally, the replenished pewter went
62the rounds among the frantic crew; when, waving his free hand to them, they all dispersed; and Ahab retired within his
63cabin.
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