先生？泥？泥，先生？那是烂泥呀；我们还是让挖阴沟的人去弄泥吧，先生。
The fellow's impious! What art thou sneezing about?
这家伙真邪恶！你干啥不断地打喷嚏？
Bone is rather dusty, sir.
骨头总是灰蒙蒙的，先生。
Take the hint, then; and when thou art dead, never bury thyself under living people's noses.
那么，记住，等你死的时候，可千万别当着活人的脸下土呀。
Sir?—oh! ah!—I guess so; so;—yes, yes—oh dear!
先生？——啊！呀！——我想是这样；不错——啊，天哪！
Look ye, carpenter, I dare say thou callest thyself a right good workmanlike workman, eh? Well, then, will it speak thoroughly well for thy work, if, when I come to mount this leg thou makest, I shall nevertheless feel another leg in the same identical place with it; that is, carpenter, my old lost leg; the flesh and blood one, I mean. Canst thou not drive that old Adam away?
听着，木匠，也许你自称是个规规矩矩、正正派派的、有本领的匠人吧？唔，那么，如果我一跨上你给我做的这条腿，是不是就可以充分表现出你的能耐，使我觉得在这个地方又长上了一条腿呢；嗳，木匠师傅，我说的是我先前失掉的那条腿，那条有血有肉的腿呀。你难道不能把那个老亚当撵走吗？
Truly, sir, I begin to understand somewhat now. Yes, I have heard something curious on that score, sir; how that a dismasted man never entirely loses the feeling of his old spar, but it will be still pricking him at times. May I humbly ask if it be really so, sir?
啊，真的，先生，我这下可开始有点弄明白啦。不错，在这方面，我已经听到过一些希奇的说法；折桅断杆的人总是永远忘不了他的旧材，还时常刺痛着他的心呢。请问是不是真的这样，先生？
It is, man. Look, put thy live leg here in the place where mine once was; so, now, here is only one distinct leg to the eye, yet two to the soul.
是这样，老朋友。喂，试把你那条活腿安到我从前也有一条腿的地方上看；所以么，虽然现在看来明明只有一条腿，心里记着的却是一双。
