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twg_000000039200 | peak Of the hard crag, so that my Escort said To me: Art thou, too, of the other fools? Here pity lives when it is wholly dead; Who is a greater reprobate than he Who feels compassion at the doom divine? Lift up, lift up thy head, and see for whom Opened the earth before the Thebans eyes; Wherefore they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039201 | all cried: Whither rushest thou, Amphiaraus? Why dost leave the war? And downward ceased he not to fall amain As far as Minos, who lays hold on all. See, he has made a bosom of his shoulders! Because he wished to see too far before him Behind he looks, and backward goes his way: Behold Tiresias, who his semblance changed, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039202 | When from a male a female he became, His members being all of them transformed; And afterwards was forced to strike once more The two entangled serpents with his rod, Ere he could have again his manly plumes. That Aruns is, who backs the others belly, Who in the hills of Luni, there where grubs The Carrarese who houses underneath, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039203 | Among the marbles white a cavern had For his abode; whence to behold the stars And sea, the view was not cut off from him. And she there, who is covering up her breasts, Which thou beholdest not, with loosened tresses, And on that side has all the hairy skin, Was Manto, who made quest through many lands, Afterwards tarried | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039204 | there where I was born; Whereof I would thou list to me a little. After her father had from life departed, And the city of Bacchus had become enslaved, She a long season wandered through the world. Above in beauteous Italy lies a lake At the Alps foot that shuts in Germany Over Tyrol, and has the name Benaco. By | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039205 | a thousand springs, I think, and more, is bathed, Twixt Garda and Val Camonica, Pennino, With water that grows stagnant in that lake. Midway a place is where the Trentine Pastor, And he of Brescia, and the Veronese Might give his blessing, if he passed that way. Sitteth Peschiera, fortress fair and strong, To front the Brescians and the Bergamasks, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039206 | Where round about the bank descendeth lowest. There of necessity must fall whatever In bosom of Benaco cannot stay, And grows a river down through verdant pastures. Soon as the water doth begin to run, No more Benaco is it called, but Mincio, Far as Governo, where it falls in Po. Not far it runs before it finds a plain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039207 | In which it spreads itself, and makes it marshy, And oft tis wont in summer to be sickly. Passing that way the virgin pitiless Land in the middle of the fen descried, Untilled and naked of inhabitants; There to escape all human intercourse, She with her servants stayed, her arts to practise And lived, and left her empty body there. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039208 | The men, thereafter, who were scattered round, Collected in that place, which was made strong By the lagoon it had on every side; They built their city over those dead bones, And, after her who first the place selected, Mantua named it, without other omen. Its people once within more crowded were, Ere the stupidity of Casalodi From Pinamonte had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039209 | received deceit. Therefore I caution thee, if eer thou hearest Originate my city otherwise, No falsehood may the verity defraud. And I: My Master, thy discourses are To me so certain, and so take my faith, That unto me the rest would be spent coals. But tell me of the people who are passing, If any one note-worthy thou beholdest, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039210 | For only unto that my mind reverts. Then said he to me: He who from the cheek Thrusts out his beard upon his swarthy shoulders Was, at the time when Greece was void of males, So that there scarce remained one in the cradle, An augur, and with Calchas gave the moment, In Aulis, when to sever the first cable. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039211 | Eryphylus his name was, and so sings My lofty Tragedy in some part or other; That knowest thou well, who knowest the whole of it. The next, who is so slender in the flanks, Was Michael Scott, who of a verity Of magical illusions knew the game. Behold Guido Bonatti, behold Asdente, Who now unto his leather and his thread | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039212 | Would fain have stuck, but he too late repents. Behold the wretched ones, who left the needle, The spool and rock, and made them fortune-tellers; They wrought their magic spells with herb and image. But come now, for already holds the confines Of both the hemispheres, and under Seville Touches the ocean-wave, Cain and the thorns, And yesternight the moon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039213 | was round already; Thou shouldst remember well it did not harm thee From time to time within the forest deep. Thus spake he to me, and we walked the while. Inferno: Canto XXI From bridge to bridge thus, speaking other things Of which my Comedy cares not to sing, We came along, and held the summit, when We halted to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039214 | behold another fissure Of Malebolge and other vain laments; And I beheld it marvellously dark. As in the Arsenal of the Venetians Boils in the winter the tenacious pitch To smear their unsound vessels oer again, For sail they cannot; and instead thereof One makes his vessel new, and one recaulks The ribs of that which many a voyage has | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039215 | made; One hammers at the prow, one at the stern, This one makes oars, and that one cordage twists, Another mends the mainsail and the mizzen; Thus, not by fire, but by the art divine, Was boiling down below there a dense pitch Which upon every side the bank belimed. I saw it, but I did not see within it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039216 | Aught but the bubbles that the boiling raised, And all swell up and resubside compressed. The while below there fixedly I gazed, My Leader, crying out: Beware, beware! Drew me unto himself from where I stood. Then I turned round, as one who is impatient To see what it behoves him to escape, And whom a sudden terror doth unman, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039217 | Who, while he looks, delays not his departure; And I beheld behind us a black devil, Running along upon the crag, approach. Ah, how ferocious was he in his aspect! And how he seemed to me in action ruthless, With open wings and light upon his feet! His shoulders, which sharp-pointed were and high, A sinner did encumber with both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039218 | haunches, And he held clutched the sinews of the feet. From off our bridge, he said: O Malebranche, Behold one of the elders of Saint Zita; Plunge him beneath, for I return for others Unto that town, which is well furnished with them. All there are barrators, except Bonturo; No into Yes for money there is changed. He hurled him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039219 | down, and over the hard crag Turned round, and never was a mastiff loosened In so much hurry to pursue a thief. The other sank, and rose again face downward; But the demons, under cover of the bridge, Cried: Here the Santo Volto has no place! Here swims one otherwise than in the Serchio; Therefore, if for our gaffs thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039220 | wishest not, Do not uplift thyself above the pitch. They seized him then with more than a hundred rakes; They said: It here behoves thee to dance covered, That, if thou canst, thou secretly mayest pilfer. Not otherwise the cooks their scullions make Immerse into the middle of the caldron The meat with hooks, so that it may not float. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039221 | Said the good Master to me: That it be not Apparent thou art here, crouch thyself down Behind a jag, that thou mayest have some screen; And for no outrage that is done to me Be thou afraid, because these things I know, For once before was I in such a scuffle. Then he passed on beyond the bridges head, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039222 | And as upon the sixth bank he arrived, Need was for him to have a steadfast front. With the same fury, and the same uproar, As dogs leap out upon a mendicant, Who on a sudden begs, whereer he stops, They issued from beneath the little bridge, And turned against him all their grappling-irons; But he cried out: Be none | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039223 | of you malignant! Before those hooks of yours lay hold of me, Let one of you step forward, who may hear me, And then take counsel as to grappling me. They all cried out: Let Malacoda go; Whereat one started, and the rest stood still, And he came to him, saying: What avails it? Thinkest thou, Malacoda, to behold me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039224 | Advanced into this place, my Master said, Safe hitherto from all your skill of fence, Without the will divine, and fate auspicious? Let me go on, for it in Heaven is willed That I another show this savage road. Then was his arrogance so humbled in him, That he let fall his grapnel at his feet, And to the others | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039225 | said: Now strike him not. And unto me my Guide: O thou, who sittest Among the splinters of the bridge crouched down, Securely now return to me again. Wherefore I started and came swiftly to him; And all the devils forward thrust themselves, So that I feared they would not keep their compact. And thus beheld I once afraid the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039226 | soldiers Who issued under safeguard from Caprona, Seeing themselves among so many foes. Close did I press myself with all my person Beside my Leader, and turned not mine eyes From off their countenance, which was not good. They lowered their rakes, and Wilt thou have me hit him, They said to one another, on the rump? And answered: Yes; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039227 | see that thou nick him with it. But the same demon who was holding parley With my Conductor turned him very quickly, And said: Be quiet, be quiet, Scarmiglione; Then said to us: You can no farther go Forward upon this crag, because is lying All shattered, at the bottom, the sixth arch. And if it still doth please you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039228 | to go onward, Pursue your way along upon this rock; Near is another crag that yields a path. Yesterday, five hours later than this hour, One thousand and two hundred sixty-six Years were complete, that here the way was broken. I send in that direction some of mine To see if any one doth air himself; Go ye with them; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039229 | for they will not be vicious. Step forward, Alichino and Calcabrina, Began he to cry out, and thou, Cagnazzo; And Barbariccia, do thou guide the ten. Come forward, Libicocco and Draghignazzo, And tusked Ciriatto and Graffiacane, And Farfarello and mad Rubicante; Search ye all round about the boiling pitch; Let these be safe as far as the next crag, That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039230 | all unbroken passes oer the dens. O me! what is it, Master, that I see? Pray let us go, I said, without an escort, If thou knowest how, since for myself I ask none. If thou art as observant as thy wont is, Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth, And with their brows are threatening woe | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039231 | to us? And he to me: I will not have thee fear; Let them gnash on, according to their fancy, Because they do it for those boiling wretches. Along the left-hand dike they wheeled about; But first had each one thrust his tongue between His teeth towards their leader for a signal; And he had made a trumpet of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039232 | rump. Inferno: Canto XXII I have erewhile seen horsemen moving camp, Begin the storming, and their muster make, And sometimes starting off for their escape; Vaunt-couriers have I seen upon your land, O Aretines, and foragers go forth, Tournaments stricken, and the joustings run, Sometimes with trumpets and sometimes with bells, With kettle-drums, and signals of the castles, And with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039233 | our own, and with outlandish things, But never yet with bagpipe so uncouth Did I see horsemen move, nor infantry, Nor ship by any sign of land or star. We went upon our way with the ten demons; Ah, savage company! but in the church With saints, and in the tavern with the gluttons! Ever upon the pitch was my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039234 | intent, To see the whole condition of that Bolgia, And of the people who therein were burned. Even as the dolphins, when they make a sign To mariners by arching of the back, That they should counsel take to save their vessel, Thus sometimes, to alleviate his pain, One of the sinners would display his back, And in less time | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039235 | conceal it than it lightens. As on the brink of water in a ditch The frogs stand only with their muzzles out, So that they hide their feet and other bulk, So upon every side the sinners stood; But ever as Barbariccia near them came, Thus underneath the boiling they withdrew. I saw, and still my heart doth shudder at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039236 | it, One waiting thus, even as it comes to pass One frog remains, and down another dives; And Graffiacan, who most confronted him, Grappled him by his tresses smeared with pitch, And drew him up, so that he seemed an otter. I knew, before, the names of all of them, So had I noted them when they were chosen, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039237 | when they called each other, listened how. O Rubicante, see that thou do lay Thy claws upon him, so that thou mayst flay him, Cried all together the accursed ones. And I: My Master, see to it, if thou canst, That thou mayst know who is the luckless wight, Thus come into his adversaries hands. Near to the side of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039238 | him my Leader drew, Asked of him whence he was; and he replied: I in the kingdom of Navarre was born; My mother placed me servant to a lord, For she had borne me to a ribald knave, Destroyer of himself and of his things. Then I domestic was of good King Thibault; I set me there to practise barratry, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039239 | For which I pay the reckoning in this heat. And Ciriatto, from whose mouth projected, On either side, a tusk, as in a boar, Caused him to feel how one of them could rip. Among malicious cats the mouse had come; But Barbariccia clasped him in his arms, And said: Stand ye aside, while I enfork him. And to my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039240 | Master he turned round his head; Ask him again, he said, if more thou wish To know from him, before some one destroy him. The Guide: Now tell then of the other culprits; Knowest thou any one who is a Latian, Under the pitch? And he: I separated Lately from one who was a neighbour to it; Would that I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039241 | still were covered up with him, For I should fear not either claw nor hook! And Libicocco: We have borne too much; And with his grapnel seized him by the arm, So that, by rending, he tore off a tendon. Eke Draghignazzo wished to pounce upon him Down at the legs; whence their Decurion Turned round and round about with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039242 | evil look. When they again somewhat were pacified, Of him, who still was looking at his wound, Demanded my Conductor without stay: Who was that one, from whom a luckless parting Thou sayest thou hast made, to come ashore? And he replied: It was the Friar Gomita, He of Gallura, vessel of all fraud, Who had the enemies of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039243 | Lord in hand, And dealt so with them each exults thereat; Money he took, and let them smoothly off, As he says; and in other offices A barrator was he, not mean but sovereign. Foregathers with him one Don Michael Zanche Of Logodoro; and of Sardinia To gossip never do their tongues feel tired. O me! see that one, how | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039244 | he grinds his teeth; Still farther would I speak, but am afraid Lest he to scratch my itch be making ready. And the grand Provost, turned to Farfarello, Who rolled his eyes about as if to strike, Said: Stand aside there, thou malicious bird. If you desire either to see or hear, The terror-stricken recommenced thereon, Tuscans or Lombards, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039245 | will make them come. But let the Malebranche cease a little, So that these may not their revenges fear, And I, down sitting in this very place, For one that I am will make seven come, When I shall whistle, as our custom is To do whenever one of us comes out. Cagnazzo at these words his muzzle lifted, Shaking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039246 | his head, and said: Just hear the trick Which he has thought of, down to throw himself! Whence he, who snares in great abundance had, Responded: I by far too cunning am, When I procure for mine a greater sadness. Alichin held not in, but running counter Unto the rest, said to him: If thou dive, I will not follow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039247 | thee upon the gallop, But I will beat my wings above the pitch; The height be left, and be the bank a shield To see if thou alone dost countervail us. O thou who readest, thou shalt hear new sport! Each to the other side his eyes averted; He first, who most reluctant was to do it. The Navarrese selected | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039248 | well his time; Planted his feet on land, and in a moment Leaped, and released himself from their design. Whereat each one was suddenly stung with shame, But he most who was cause of the defeat; Therefore he moved, and cried: Thou art oertakern. But little it availed, for wings could not Outstrip the fear; the other one went under, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039249 | And, flying, upward he his breast directed; Not otherwise the duck upon a sudden Dives under, when the falcon is approaching, And upward he returneth cross and weary. Infuriate at the mockery, Calcabrina Flying behind him followed close, desirous The other should escape, to have a quarrel. And when the barrator had disappeared, He turned his talons upon his companion, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039250 | And grappled with him right above the moat. But sooth the other was a doughty sparhawk To clapperclaw him well; and both of them Fell in the middle of the boiling pond. A sudden intercessor was the heat; But neertheless of rising there was naught, To such degree they had their wings belimed. Lamenting with the others, Barbariccia Made four | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039251 | of them fly to the other side With all their gaffs, and very speedily This side and that they to their posts descended; They stretched their hooks towards the pitch-ensnared, Who were already baked within the crust, And in this manner busied did we leave them. Inferno: Canto XXIII Silent, alone, and without company We went, the one in front, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039252 | the other after, As go the Minor Friars along their way. Upon the fable of Aesop was directed My thought, by reason of the present quarrel, Where he has spoken of the frog and mouse; For mo and issa are not more alike Than this one is to that, if well we couple End and beginning with a steadfast mind. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039253 | And even as one thought from another springs, So afterward from that was born another, Which the first fear within me double made. Thus did I ponder: These on our account Are laughed to scorn, with injury and scoff So great, that much I think it must annoy them. If anger be engrafted on ill-will, They will come after us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039254 | more merciless Than dog upon the leveret which he seizes, I felt my hair stand all on end already With terror, and stood backwardly intent, When said I: Master, if thou hidest not Thyself and me forthwith, of Malebranche I am in dread; we have them now behind us; I so imagine them, I already feel them. And he: If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039255 | I were made of leaded glass, Thine outward image I should not attract Sooner to me than I imprint the inner. Just now thy thoughts came in among my own, With similar attitude and similar face, So that of both one counsel sole I made. If peradventure the right bank so slope That we to the next Bolgia can descend, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039256 | We shall escape from the imagined chase. Not yet he finished rendering such opinion, When I beheld them come with outstretched wings, Not far remote, with will to seize upon us. My Leader on a sudden seized me up, Even as a mother who by noise is wakened, And close beside her sees the enkindled flames, Who takes her son, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039257 | and flies, and does not stop, Having more care of him than of herself, So that she clothes her only with a shift; And downward from the top of the hard bank Supine he gave him to the pendent rock, That one side of the other Bolgia walls. Neer ran so swiftly water through a sluice To turn the wheel | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039258 | of any land-built mill, When nearest to the paddles it approaches, As did my Master down along that border, Bearing me with him on his breast away, As his own son, and not as a companion. Hardly the bed of the ravine below His feet had reached, ere they had reached the hill Right over us; but he was not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039259 | afraid; For the high Providence, which had ordained To place them ministers of the fifth moat, The power of thence departing took from all. A painted people there below we found, Who went about with footsteps very slow, Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished. They had on mantles with the hoods low down Before their eyes, and fashioned | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039260 | of the cut That in Cologne they for the monks are made. Without, they gilded are so that it dazzles; But inwardly all leaden and so heavy That Frederick used to put them on of straw. O everlastingly fatiguing mantle! Again we turned us, still to the left hand Along with them, intent on their sad plaint; But owing to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039261 | the weight, that weary folk Came on so tardily, that we were new In company at each motion of the haunch. Whence I unto my Leader: See thou find Some one who may by deed or name be known, And thus in going move thine eye about. And one, who understood the Tuscan speech, Cried to us from behind: Stay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039262 | ye your feet, Ye, who so run athwart the dusky air! Perhaps thoult have from me what thou demandest. Whereat the Leader turned him, and said: Wait, And then according to his pace proceed. I stopped, and two beheld I show great haste Of spirit, in their faces, to be with me; But the burden and the narrow way delayed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039263 | them. When they came up, long with an eye askance They scanned me without uttering a word. Then to each other turned, and said together: He by the action of his throat seems living; And if they dead are, by what privilege Go they uncovered by the heavy stole? Then said to me: Tuscan, who to the college Of miserable | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039264 | hypocrites art come, Do not disdain to tell us who thou art. And I to them: Born was I, and grew up In the great town on the fair river of Arno, And with the body am Ive always had. But who are ye, in whom there trickles down Along your cheeks such grief as I behold? And what pain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039265 | is upon you, that so sparkles? And one replied to me: These orange cloaks Are made of lead so heavy, that the weights Cause in this way their balances to creak. Frati Gaudenti were we, and Bolognese; I Catalano, and he Loderingo Named, and together taken by thy city, As the wont is to take one man alone, For maintenance | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039266 | of its peace; and we were such That still it is apparent round Gardingo. O Friars, began I, your iniquitous. . . But said no more; for to mine eyes there rushed One crucified with three stakes on the ground. When me he saw, he writhed himself all over, Blowing into his beard with suspirations; And the Friar Catalan, who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039267 | noticed this, Said to me: This transfixed one, whom thou seest, Counselled the Pharisees that it was meet To put one man to torture for the people. Crosswise and naked is he on the path, As thou perceivest; and he needs must feel, Whoever passes, first how much he weighs; And in like mode his father-in-law is punished Within this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039268 | moat, and the others of the council, Which for the Jews was a malignant seed. And thereupon I saw Virgilius marvel Oer him who was extended on the cross So vilely in eternal banishment. Then he directed to the Friar this voice: Be not displeased, if granted thee, to tell us If to the right hand any pass slope down | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039269 | By which we two may issue forth from here, Without constraining some of the black angels To come and extricate us from this deep. Then he made answer: Nearer than thou hopest There is a rock, that forth from the great circle Proceeds, and crosses all the cruel valleys, Save that at this tis broken, and does not bridge it; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039270 | You will be able to mount up the ruin, That sidelong slopes and at the bottom rises. The Leader stood awhile with head bowed down; Then said: The business badly he recounted Who grapples with his hook the sinners yonder. And the Friar: Many of the Devils vices Once heard I at Bologna, and among them, That hes a liar | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039271 | and the father of lies. Thereat my Leader with great strides went on, Somewhat disturbed with anger in his looks; Whence from the heavy-laden I departed After the prints of his beloved feet. Inferno: Canto XXIV In that part of the youthful year wherein The Sun his locks beneath Aquarius tempers, And now the nights draw near to half the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039272 | day, What time the hoar-frost copies on the ground The outward semblance of her sister white, But little lasts the temper of her pen, The husbandman, whose forage faileth him, Rises, and looks, and seeth the champaign All gleaming white, whereat he beats his flank, Returns in doors, and up and down laments, Like a poor wretch, who knows not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039273 | what to do; Then he returns and hope revives again, Seeing the world has changed its countenance In little time, and takes his shepherds crook, And forth the little lambs to pasture drives. Thus did the Master fill me with alarm, When I beheld his forehead so disturbed, And to the ailment came as soon the plaster. For as we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039274 | came unto the ruined bridge, The Leader turned to me with that sweet look Which at the mountains foot I first beheld. His arms he opened, after some advisement Within himself elected, looking first Well at the ruin, and laid hold of me. And even as he who acts and meditates, For aye it seems that he provides beforehand, So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039275 | upward lifting me towards the summit Of a huge rock, he scanned another crag, Saying: To that one grapple afterwards, But try first if tis such that it will hold thee. This was no way for one clothed with a cloak; For hardly we, he light, and I pushed upward, Were able to ascend from jag to jag. And had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039276 | it not been, that upon that precinct Shorter was the ascent than on the other, He I know not, but I had been dead beat. But because Malebolge towrds the mouth Of the profoundest well is all inclining, The structure of each valley doth import That one bank rises and the other sinks. Still we arrived at length upon the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039277 | point Wherefrom the last stone breaks itself asunder. The breath was from my lungs so milked away, When I was up, that I could go no farther, Nay, I sat down upon my first arrival. Now it behoves thee thus to put off sloth, My Master said; for sitting upon down, Or under quilt, one cometh not to fame, Withouten | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039278 | which whoso his life consumes Such vestige leaveth of himself on earth, As smoke in air or in the water foam. And therefore raise thee up, oercome the anguish With spirit that oercometh every battle, If with its heavy body it sink not. A longer stairway it behoves thee mount; Tis not enough from these to have departed; Let it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039279 | avail thee, if thou understand me. Then I uprose, showing myself provided Better with breath than I did feel myself, And said: Go on, for I am strong and bold. Upward we took our way along the crag, Which jagged was, and narrow, and difficult, And more precipitous far than that before. Speaking I went, not to appear exhausted; Whereat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039280 | a voice from the next moat came forth, Not well adapted to articulate words. I know not what it said, though oer the back I now was of the arch that passes there; But he seemed moved to anger who was speaking. I was bent downward, but my living eyes Could not attain the bottom, for the dark; Wherefore I: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039281 | Master, see that thou arrive At the next round, and let us descend the wall; For as from hence I hear and understand not, So I look down and nothing I distinguish. Other response, he said, I make thee not, Except the doing; for the modest asking Ought to be followed by the deed in silence. We from the bridge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039282 | descended at its head, Where it connects itself with the eighth bank, And then was manifest to me the Bolgia; And I beheld therein a terrible throng Of serpents, and of such a monstrous kind, That the remembrance still congeals my blood Let Libya boast no longer with her sand; For if Chelydri, Jaculi, and Phareae She breeds, with Cenchri | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039283 | and with Amphisbaena, Neither so many plagues nor so malignant Eer showed she with all Ethiopia, Nor with whatever on the Red Sea is! Among this cruel and most dismal throng People were running naked and affrighted. Without the hope of hole or heliotrope. They had their hands with serpents bound behind them; These riveted upon their reins the tail | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039284 | And head, and were in front of them entwined. And lo! at one who was upon our side There darted forth a serpent, which transfixed him There where the neck is knotted to the shoulders. Nor O so quickly eer, nor I was written, As he took fire, and burned; and ashes wholly Behoved it that in falling he became. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039285 | And when he on the ground was thus destroyed, The ashes drew together, and of themselves Into himself they instantly returned. Even thus by the great sages tis confessed The phoenix dies, and then is born again, When it approaches its five-hundredth year; On herb or grain it feeds not in its life, But only on tears of incense and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039286 | amomum, And nard and myrrh are its last winding-sheet. And as he is who falls, and knows not how, By force of demons who to earth down drag him, Or other oppilation that binds man, When he arises and around him looks, Wholly bewildered by the mighty anguish Which he has suffered, and in looking sighs; Such was that sinner | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039287 | after he had risen. Justice of God! O how severe it is, That blows like these in vengeance poureth down! The Guide thereafter asked him who he was; Whence he replied: I rained from Tuscany A short time since into this cruel gorge. A bestial life, and not a human, pleased me, Even as the mule I was; Im Vanni | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039288 | Fucci, Beast, and Pistoia was my worthy den. And I unto the Guide: Tell him to stir not, And ask what crime has thrust him here below, For once a man of blood and wrath I saw him. And the sinner, who had heard, dissembled not, But unto me directed mind and face, And with a melancholy shame was painted. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039289 | Then said: It pains me more that thou hast caught me Amid this misery where thou seest me, Than when I from the other life was taken. What thou demandest I cannot deny; So low am I put down because I robbed The sacristy of the fair ornaments, And falsely once twas laid upon another; But that thou mayst not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039290 | such a sight enjoy, If thou shalt eer be out of the dark places, Thine ears to my announcement ope and hear: Pistoia first of Neri groweth meagre; Then Florence doth renew her men and manners; Mars draws a vapour up from Val di Magra, Which is with turbid clouds enveloped round, And with impetuous and bitter tempest Over Campo | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039291 | Picen shall be the battle; When it shall suddenly rend the mist asunder, So that each Bianco shall thereby be smitten. And this Ive said that it may give thee pain. Inferno: Canto XXV At the conclusion of his words, the thief Lifted his hands aloft with both the figs, Crying: Take that, God, for at thee I aim them. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039292 | From that time forth the serpents were my friends; For one entwined itself about his neck As if it said: I will not thou speak more; And round his arms another, and rebound him, Clinching itself together so in front, That with them he could not a motion make. Pistoia, ah, Pistoia! why resolve not To burn thyself to ashes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039293 | and so perish, Since in ill-doing thou thy seed excellest? Through all the sombre circles of this Hell, Spirit I saw not against God so proud, Not he who fell at Thebes down from the walls! He fled away, and spake no further word; And I beheld a Centaur full of rage Come crying out: Where is, where is the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039294 | scoffer? I do not think Maremma has so many Serpents as he had all along his back, As far as where our countenance begins. Upon the shoulders, just behind the nape, With wings wide open was a dragon lying, And he sets fire to all that he encounters. My Master said: That one is Cacus, who Beneath the rock upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039295 | Mount Aventine Created oftentimes a lake of blood. He goes not on the same road with his brothers, By reason of the fraudulent theft he made Of the great herd, which he had near to him; Whereat his tortuous actions ceased beneath The mace of Hercules, who peradventure Gave him a hundred, and he felt not ten. While he was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039296 | speaking thus, he had passed by, And spirits three had underneath us come, Of which nor I aware was, nor my Leader, Until what time they shouted: Who are you? On which account our story made a halt, And then we were intent on them alone. I did not know them; but it came to pass, As it is wont | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039297 | to happen by some chance, That one to name the other was compelled, Exclaiming: Where can Cianfa have remained? Whence I, so that the Leader might attend, Upward from chin to nose my finger laid. If thou art, Reader, slow now to believe What I shall say, it will no marvel be, For I who saw it hardly can admit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039298 | it. As I was holding raised on them my brows, Behold! a serpent with six feet darts forth In front of one, and fastens wholly on him. With middle feet it bound him round the paunch, And with the forward ones his arms it seized; Then thrust its teeth through one cheek and the other; The hindermost it stretched upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039299 | his thighs, And put its tail through in between the two, And up behind along the reins outspread it. Ivy was never fastened by its barbs Unto a tree so, as this horrible reptile Upon the others limbs entwined its own. Then they stuck close, as if of heated wax They had been made, and intermixed their colour; Nor one | 60 | gutenberg |
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