|"In due time the boats were lowered; but as standing in his shallop's stern, Ahab just hovered upon the point of the descent, he waved to the mate - who held one of the tackle-ropes on deck - and bade him pause.
"For the third time my soul's ship starts upon this voyage, Starbuck."
"Aye, sir, thou wilt have it so."
"Some ships sail from their ports, and ever afterwards are missing, Starbuck."
"Truth, sir; saddest truth."
"Some men die at ebb time; some at low water; some at the full of the flood; - and I feel now like a billow that's all one crested comb, Starbuck. I am old; - shake hands with me, man."
Their hands met; their eyes fastened; Starbuck's tears the glue.
"Oh, my captain, my captain! - noble heart - go not - go not! - see, it's a brave man that weeps; how great the agony of the persuasion then!"
"Lower away!" - cried Ahab, tossing the mate's arm from him. "Stand by the crew."