human
He should be overside wi' his guts full o' shot for this same heye of mine if 'twas my say--
gpt
But then it ain't your say, Job, nor yet Belvedere's--'tis hern, Job--hern--Cap'n Jo's. 'He's to be took care of,' says she, 'treated kind and gentle,' says she. And, mark me, here's Belvedere's nose out o' joint, d'ye see? And, talkin' o' noses, there's your eye, Job; sink me but he wiped your eye for you, my--
human
Plague and perish him! snarled Job, kicking me viciously.
gpt
Burn him, 'tis keelhaul 'im I would first and then give 'im to Pompey to carve up what remained--
human
Pompey? exclaimed this fellow Diccon, a merry-seeming fellow but with a truculent eye.
gpt
Look 'ee, Job, here's a match for Pompey at last, as I do think, man to man, bare fists or knives, a match and I'll lay to't.
human
Pshaw! growled Job.
gpt
Pompey could eat 'im--bones and all, curse 'im! Pompey would break 'is back as 'e did the big Spaniard's last week.
human
Nay, Job, this fellow should make better fight for't than did the Spanisher. Look 'ee now, match 'em, and I'll lay all my share o' the voyage on this fellow, come now!
gpt
A match? Why so I would, but what o' Belvedere?
human
He sulketh, Job, and yonder he cometh, a-sucking of his thumb and all along o' this fellow and our Jo. Joanna's cocked her eye on this fellow and Belvedere's cake's dough--see him yonder!