The hangman hung his corpse in desert field, The craving vulture and the crow to feed.
Rogero, that erewhile had been his shield, And from the noose that caitiff would have freed, Heaven's justice willed, now lay with wound unhealed, Nor could assist the craven in his need;
And when the news were known, the knot was tied;
So that Brunello, unassisted, died.
