CARDINAL SEGOVIA.
Spare yourself, Holiness.
GIORGIO.
I told the Inquisitors
All as it happened.
ALEXANDER.
Tell me.
GIORGIO.
By the Tiber
They turned the horse and swung the body down
In heavy mire and litter. I could see
A bulrush sucked at by the risen billow,
And how a winding object swam along,
Lapped by the current—’twas the dead man’s cloak.
They pelted it with stones: then....
ALEXANDER.
[To Cardinal Borgia, who supports him.]
Cousin—O Francesco,
And I have wit to ask where this was seen.