And I said as I looked at her face
That I hardly could blame such a theft,
“But I’ll wait until one gets his grace,
Then I’ll tackle with the other who is left.”
But just as I spoke, with a start,
The two leapt and fell on the sand,
For both had been stabbed to the heart
And each had his death out of hand.
So I and the donna were friends,
And that of the kindest and best;