As they were threading on their way, there came
Into Don Juan’s head a thought, which he
Whispered to his companion:—’twas the same
Which might have then occurred to you or me.
“Methinks,”—said he—“it would be no great shame
If we should strike a stroke to set us free;
Let’s knock that old black fellow on the head,
And march away—’twere easier done than said.”