gusts, dreadful clashing, and deadly scuds of wind
whistled through our yards and made our shrouds rattle
again. The thunder grumbled so horridly that
you would have thought heaven had been tumbling about
our ears; at the same time it lightened, rained, hailed;
the sky lost its transparent hue, grew dusky, thick,
and gloomy, so that we had no other light than that
of the flashes of lightning and rending of the clouds.
The hurricanes, flaws, and sudden whirlwinds began
to make a flame about us by the lightnings, fiery
vapours, and other aerial ejaculations. Oh, how
our looks were full of amazement and trouble, while
the saucy winds did rudely lift up above us the mountainous
waves of the main! Believe me, it seemed to
us a lively image of the chaos, where fire, air, sea,
land, and all the elements were in a refractory confusion.
Poor Panurge having with the full contents of the
inside of his doublet plentifully fed the fish, greedy
enough of such odious fare, sat on the deck all in
a heap, with his nose and arse together, most sadly
cast down, moping and half dead; invoked and called
to his assistance all the blessed he- and she-saints
he could muster up; swore and vowed to confess in
time and place convenient, and then bawled out frightfully,
Steward, maitre d’hotel, see ho! my friend, my
father, my uncle, prithee let us have a piece of powdered
beef or pork; we shall drink but too much anon, for
aught I see. Eat little and drink the more will
hereafter be my motto, I fear. Would to our dear
Lord, and to our blessed, worthy, and sacred Lady,
I were now, I say, this very minute of an hour, well
on shore, on terra firma, hale and easy. O twice
and thrice happy those that plant cabbages!
O destinies, why did you not spin me for a cabbage-planter?
O how few are there to whom Jupiter hath been so
favourable as to predestinate them to plant cabbages!
They have always one foot on the ground, and the
other not far from it. Dispute who will of felicity
and summum bonum, for my part whosoever plants cabbages
is now, by my decree, proclaimed most happy; for as
good a reason as the philosopher Pyrrho, being in
the same danger, and seeing a hog near the shore eating
some scattered oats, declared it happy in two respects;
first, because it had plenty of oats, and besides
that, was on shore. Ha, for a divine and princely
habitation, commend me to the cows’ floor.
Murder! This wave will sweep us away, blessed
Saviour! O my friends! a little vinegar.
I sweat again with mere agony. Alas! the mizen-sail’s
split, the gallery’s washed away, the masts are
sprung, the maintop-masthead dives into the sea; the
keel is up to the sun; our shrouds are almost all
broke, and blown away. Alas! alas! where is our
main course? Al is verlooren, by Godt! our topmast
is run adrift. Alas! who shall have this wreck?
Friend, lend me here behind you one of these whales.
Your lantern is fallen, my lads. Alas! do not
let go the main-tack nor the bowline. I hear