POTO.
On the Rispetti, by the Ospedale.
ALEXANDER.
[To Giorgio.] Then go and tell the fishermen; direct
Those foolish, flitting lights that drive me mad.
[Giorgio moves away.
Why have you held your peace?
GIORGIO.
A hundred times,
From my beached boat
What I have seen I saw—none cared to hear.
[Exit with Inquisitor.