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For the white fiend! But now for the barbs; thou must make them thyself, man. Here are my razors — the best of steel; here, and make the barbs sharp as the needle-sleet of the Icy Sea.
是拿去打白魔的！現在打標槍鉤吧；你得你自己干嘍，老朋友。這是我的剃刀——最好的鋼；喏；把鉤子打得象冰海的冰針一樣尖。
For a moment, the old blacksmith eyed the razors as though he would fain not use them.
這個老鐵匠，好象舍不得用這些剃刀似的，對著它瞪了一會兒。
Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I now neither shave, sup, nor pray till — but here — to work!
拿去呀，老朋友，我用不著了；因為我現在不刮胡子，不吃飯，也不做禱告了，要等到——可是，拿去——干活吧！
Fashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded by Perth to the shank, the steel soon pointed the end of the iron; and as the blacksmith was about giving the barbs their final heat, prior to tempering them, he cried to Ahab to place the water-cask near.
終于鑄成了一支箭式的東西，柏斯把它焊在那槍頭上，不一會，就是一支頭頭很尖的標槍了；鐵匠準備把那尖鉤再淬最后一次火，他嚷著要亞哈把水桶搬攏些。
No, no — no water for that; I want it of the true death-temper. Ahoy, there! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! What say ye, pagans! Will ye give me as much blood as will cover this barb? holding it high up. A cluster of dark nods replied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathen flesh, and the White Whale's barbs were then tempered.
不，不，水不頂事；我要真正的淬硬。喂，聽著！塔斯蒂哥，魁魁格，大個兒！你們覺得怎樣，異教徒們！你們都愿意盡量拿出你們的血來涂抹這只槍鉤嘛？他把標槍舉得高高的。一抹陰影在點頭代替回答。于是，在三個異教徒的身上戳了三槍后，那支打白鯨的標槍鉤便淬硬了。
Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli! deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.
我不是奉天父之名，而是奉魔鬼之名為你洗禮（拉丁文）。亞哈神志昏迷似地咆哮道，這時，那支大標槍已滋滋地吸干了那洗禮似的血。"
