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hand by his right, and say to himself, how d’ye do? Partners! I 
must have partners! 
SICILIAN SAILOR 
Aye; girls and a green! — then I’ll hop with ye; yea, turn grass- 
hopper ! 
LONG-ISLAND SAILOR 
Well, well, ye sulkies, there’s plenty more of us. Hoe corn when 
you may, say I. All legs go to harvest soon. Ah! here comes the 
music; now for it! 
AZORE SAILOR 
{Ascending, and pitching the tambourine up the scuttle ). 
Here you are, Pip; and there’s the windlass-bits; up you mount! 
ISTov;, hoys! 
{The half of them dance to the tambourine ; some go below ; some 
sleep or lie among the coils of rigging. Oaths a-plenty.) 
azore sailor {dancing). 
Go it, Pip! Bang it, hell-boy! Eig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell- 
boy! Make fire-flies; break the jigglers! 
pip 
Jigglers, you say? — there goes another, dropped off ; I pound it so. 
china sailor 
Eattle thy teeth, then, and pound away ; make a pagoda of thyself. 
FRENCH SAILOR. 
Merry-mad ! Hold up thy hoop, Pip, till I jump through it! Split 
jibs ! tear yourselves ! 
