I could not descend into them, because the day on which I visited it was festa.
Another under the leads of the palace, where the sufferers were roasted to death or madness by the ardours of an Italian sun: and others called the Pozzi--or wells, deep underneath, and communicating with those on the roof by secret passages--where the prisoners were confined sometimes half-up to their middles in stinking water.

When the French came here, they found only one old man in the dungeons, and he could not speak.".