“Ha, say you so?” quoth Jules, “pardieu, ’tis he,
“The same who ’neath the oak, ’mongst Vascon boors,
“My bridle cut and made my steed to flee.
“Dog! with those eyes to do the like no more thou’lt see!”
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Then on the bed he prest the old man down;
With sinewy knee upon his breast he lies,
His struggles stifling with terrific frown,
And with his sword-point blinded both his eyes!