Giorgio monologue — The Duke of Gandia

Two men came down And peered along the water-side: and two Came after—men whose eyes raked all the night, Searching the shore—I lay beneath my boat— Beside it on the darkling side—and saw. Then came a horseman—Sire, his horse was white— The moonshine made his mane like dull white fire— And on his crupper heavily hung a corpse, Arms held from swaying on this side, legs on that, I know not which on either—but the men Held fast that held: and hard on Tiber side They swung the crupper towards the water—sharp And swift as man may steer a horse—and caught And slung their dead into the stream: and he Drifted, and caught the moon across his face That shone like life against it: and the chief Till then sat silent as the moon at watch, And then bade hurl stones on the drifting dead And sink him out of sight; and seeing this done, Rode thence, and they strode after.