Azore sailor .

Dancing. Go it, Pip! Bang it, bellboy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bellboy! Make fireflies; break the jinglers!

Pip .

Jinglers, you say?⁠—there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so.

China sailor .

Rattle 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!