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words and blood; whereat I let the tip

       Fall, and stood like a man who is afraid.

      "Had he been able sooner to believe,"

       My Sage made answer, "O thou wounded soul,

       What only in my verses he has seen,

      Not upon thee had he stretched forth his hand;

       Whereas the thing incredible has caused me

       To put him to an act which grieveth me.

      But tell him who thou wast, so that by way

       Of some amends thy fame he may refresh

       Up in the world, to which he can return."

      And the trunk said: "So thy sweet words allure me,

       I cannot silent be; and you be vexed not,

       That I a little to discourse am tempted.

      I am the one who both keys had in keeping

       Of Frederick's heart, and turned them to and fro

       So softly in unlocking and in locking,

      That from his secrets most men I withheld;

       Fidelity I bore the glorious office

       So great, I lost thereby my sleep and pulses.

      The courtesan who never from the dwelling

       Of Caesar turned aside her strumpet eyes,

       Death universal and the vice of courts,

      Inflamed against me all the other minds,

       And they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus,

       That my glad honours turned to dismal mournings.

      My spirit, in disdainful exultation,

       Thinking by dying to escape disdain,

       Made me unjust against myself, the just.

      I, by the roots unwonted of this wood,

       Do swear to you that never broke I faith

       Unto my lord, who was so worthy of honour;

      And to the world if one of you return,

       Let him my memory comfort, which is lying

       Still prostrate from the blow that envy dealt it."

      Waited awhile, and then: "Since he is silent,"

       The Poet said to me, "lose not the time,

       But speak, and question him, if more may please thee."

      Whence I to him: "Do thou again inquire

       Concerning what thou thinks't will satisfy me;

       For I cannot, such pity is in my heart."

      Therefore he recommenced: "So may the man

       Do for thee freely what thy speech implores,

       Spirit incarcerate, again be pleased

      To tell us in what way the soul is bound

       Within these knots; and tell us, if thou canst,

       If any from such members e'er is freed."

      Then blew the trunk amain, and afterward

       The wind was into such a voice converted:

       "With brevity shall be replied to you.

      When the exasperated soul abandons

       The body whence it rent itself away,

       Minos consigns it to the seventh abyss.

      It falls into the forest, and no part

       Is chosen for it; but where Fortune hurls it,

       There like a grain of spelt it germinates.

      It springs a sapling, and a forest tree;

       The Harpies, feeding then upon its leaves,

       Do pain create, and for the pain an outlet.

      Like others for our spoils shall we return;

       But not that any one may them revest,

       For 'tis not just to have what one casts off.

      Here we shall drag them, and along the dismal

       Forest our bodies shall suspended be,

       Each to the thorn of his molested shade."

      We were attentive still unto the trunk,

       Thinking that more it yet might wish to tell us,

       When by a tumult we were overtaken,

      In the same way as he is who perceives

       The boar and chase approaching to his stand,

       Who hears the crashing of the beasts and branches;

      And two behold! upon our left-hand side,

       Naked and scratched, fleeing so furiously,

       That of the forest, every fan they broke.

      He who was in advance: "Now help, Death, help!"

       And the other one, who seemed to lag too much,

       Was shouting: "Lano, were not so alert

      Those legs of thine at joustings of the Toppo!"

       And then, perchance because his breath was failing,

       He grouped himself together with a bush.

      Behind them was the forest full of black

       She-mastiffs, ravenous, and swift of foot

       As greyhounds, who are issuing from the chain.

      On him who had crouched down they set their teeth,

       And him they lacerated piece by piece,

       Thereafter bore away those aching members.

      Thereat my Escort took me by the hand,

       And led me to the bush, that all in vain

       Was weeping from its bloody lacerations.

      "O Jacopo," it said, "of Sant' Andrea,

       What helped it thee of me to make a screen?

       What blame have I in thy nefarious life?"

      When near him had the Master stayed his steps,

       He said: "Who wast thou, that through wounds so many

       Art blowing out with blood thy dolorous speech?"

      And he to us: "O souls, that hither come

       To look upon the shameful massacre

       That has so rent away from me my leaves,

      Gather them up beneath the dismal bush;

       I of that city was which to the Baptist

       Changed its first patron, wherefore he for this

      Forever with his art will make it sad.

       And were it not that on the pass of Arno

       Some glimpses of him are remaining still,

      Those citizens, who afterwards rebuilt it

       Upon the ashes left by Attila,

       In vain had caused their labour to be done.

      Of my own house I made myself a gibbet."

      Canto XIV. The Sand Waste and the Rain of Fire. The Violent against God. Capaneus. The Statue of Time, and the Four Infernal Rivers.

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      Because the charity of my native place

       Constrained me, gathered I the scattered leaves,

       And gave

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