The Divine Comedy (Illustrated Edition). Dante Alighieri

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      That not so many tongues this day are taught,

      Betwixt the Reno and Savena’s stream,

      And if of that securer proof thou need,

      Remember but our craving thirst for gold.”

      Him speaking thus, a demon with his thong

      Struck, and exclaim’d, “Away! corrupter! here

      Women are none for sale.” Forthwith I join’d

      My escort, and few paces thence we came

      To where a rock forth issued from the bank.

      That easily ascended, to the right

      Upon its splinter turning, we depart

      From those eternal barriers. When arriv’d,

      Where underneath the gaping arch lets pass

      The scourged souls: “Pause here,” the teacher said,

      “And let these others miserable, now

      Strike on thy ken, faces not yet beheld,

      For that together they with us have walk’d.”

      From the old bridge we ey’d the pack, who came

      From th’ other side towards us, like the rest,

      Excoriate from the lash. My gentle guide,

      By me unquestion’d, thus his speech resum’d:

      “Behold that lofty shade, who this way tends,

      And seems too woe-begone to drop a tear.

      How yet the regal aspect he retains!

      Jason is he, whose skill and prowess won

      The ram from Colchos. To the Lemnian isle

      His passage thither led him, when those bold

      And pitiless women had slain all their males.

      There he with tokens and fair witching words

      Who first had all the rest herself beguil’d.

      Impregnated he left her there forlorn.

      Such is the guilt condemns him to this pain.

      Here too Medea’s inj’ries are avenged.

      All bear him company, who like deceit

      To his have practis’d. And thus much to know

      Of the first vale suffice thee, and of those

      Whom its keen torments urge.” Now had we come

      Where, crossing the next pier, the straighten’d path

      Bestrides its shoulders to another arch.

      Hence in the second chasm we heard the ghosts,

      Who jibber in low melancholy sounds,

      With wide-stretch’d nostrils snort, and on themselves

      Smite with their palms. Upon the banks a scurf

      From the foul steam condens’d, encrusting hung,

      That held sharp combat with the sight and smell.

      So hollow is the depth, that from no part,

      Save on the summit of the rocky span,

      Could I distinguish aught. Thus far we came;

      And thence I saw, within the foss below,

      A crowd immers’d in ordure, that appear’d

      Draff of the human body. There beneath

      Searching with eye inquisitive, I mark’d

      One with his head so grim’d, ’t were hard to deem,

      If he were clerk or layman. Loud he cried:

      “Why greedily thus bendest more on me,

      Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?”

      “Because if true my mem’ry,” I replied,

      “I heretofore have seen thee with dry locks,

      Therefore than all the rest I scan thee more.”

      Then beating on his brain these words he spake:

      “Me thus low down my flatteries have sunk,

      Wherewith I ne’er enough could glut my tongue.”

      My leader thus: “A little further stretch

      Thy face, that thou the visage well mayst note

      Of that besotted, sluttish courtezan,

      Who there doth rend her with defiled nails,

      Now crouching down, now risen on her feet.

      Answer’d her doting paramour that ask’d,

      ‘Thankest me much!’ — ‘Say rather wondrously,’

      And seeing this here satiate be our view.”

      Footnotes

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