"Now, three to three, ye stand. Commend the murderous chalices! Bestow them, ye who are now made
parties to this indissoluble league. Ha! Starbuck! but the deed is done! Yon ratifying sun now waits to
sit upon it. Drink, ye harpooneers! drink and swear, ye men that man the deathful whaleboat's bow-
Death to Moby Dick! God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!" The long, barbed steel
goblets were lifted; and to cries and maledictions against the white whale, the spirits were simultaneously
quaffed down with a hiss. Starbuck paled, and turned, and shivered. Once more, and finally, the replenished
pewter went the rounds among the frantic crew; when, waving his free hand to them, they all dispersed; and
Ahab retired within his cabin.