Her mouth was not yet closed again, before
Appeared a Lady saintly and alert

Close at my side to put her to confusion. Virgilius, O Virgilius! who is this?"

Sternly she said; and he was drawing near With eyes still fixed upon that modest one. She seized the other and in front laid open,

Rending her garments, and her belly showed me ;
This waked me with the stench that issued from it.
I turned mine eyes, and good Virgilius said:

"At least thrice have I called thee; rise and come;
Find we the opening by which thou mayst enter."

I rose; and full already of high day

Were all the circles of the Sacred Mountain,

And with the new sun at our back we went.
Following behind him, I my forehead bore

Like unto one who has it laden with thought,
Who makes himself the half arch of a bridge,
When I heard say,
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Spoken in a manner gentle and benign,
Such as we hear not in this mortal region.
With open wings, which of a swan appeared,

Upward he turned us who thus spake to us,
Between the two walls of the solid granite.

He moved his pinions afterwards and fanned us,
Affirming those qui lugent to be blessed,
For they shall have their souls with comfort filled.

"What aileth thee, that aye to earth thou gazest ?"
To me my Guide began to say, we both
Somewhat beyond the Angel having mounted.
And I: "With such misgiving makes me go

A vision new, which bends me to itself,
So that I cannot from the thought withdraw me."
"Didst thou behold," he said, "that old enchantress,

Who sole above us henceforth is lamented?
Didst thou behold how man is freed from her?

Suffice it thee, and smite earth with thy heels,

Thine eyes lift upward to the lure, that whirls
The Eternal King with revolutions vast.”

Even as the hawk, that first his feet surveys,

Then turns him to the call and stretches forward,
Through the desire of food that draws him thither,

Such I became, and such, as far as cleaves

The rock to give a way to him who mounts,
Went on to where the circling doth begin.

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On the fifth circle when I had come forth,

People I saw upon it who were weeping,

Stretched prone upon the ground, all downward turned.

"Adhesit pavimento anima mea,"

I heard them say with sighings so profound, That hardly could the words be understood. "O ye elect of God, whose sufferings

Justice and Hope both render less severe,
Direct ye us towards the high ascents."
"If ye are come secure from this prostration,
And wish to find the way most speedily,
Let your right hands be evermore outside."
Thus did the Poet ask, and thus was answered

By them somewhat in front of us; whence I
In what was spoken divined the rest concealed,
And unto my Lord's eyes mine eyes I turned;

Whence he assented with a cheerful sign
To what the sight of my desire implored.

When of myself I could dispose at will,

Above that creature did I draw myself,

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Saying "O Spirit, in whom weeping ripens

That without which to God we cannot turn,
Suspend awhile for me thy greater care.

Who wast thou, and why are your backs turned upwards,
Tell me, and if thou wouldst that I procure thee
Anything there whence living I departed."

And he to me: "Wherefore our backs the heaven
Turns to itself, know shalt thou; but beforehand
Scias quod ego fui successor Petri.

Between Siestri and Chiaveri descends

A river beautiful, and of its name

The title of my blood its summit makes.

A month and little more essayed I how

Weighs the great cloak on him from mire who keeps it;
For all the other burdens seem a feather.

Tardy, ah woe is me! was my conversion;

But when the Roman Shepherd I was made,
Then I discovered life to be a lie.

I saw that there the heart was not at rest,
Nor farther in that life could one ascend;
Whereby the love of this was kindled in me.
Until that time a wretched soul and parted

From God was I, and wholly avaricious;
Now, as thou seest, I here am punished for it.

What avarice does is here made manifest

In the purgation of these souls converted, And no more bitter pain the Mountain has. Even as our eye did not uplift itself

Aloft, being fastened upon earthly things,
So justice here has merged it in the earth.
As avarice had extinguished our affection

For every good, whereby was action lost,
So justice here doth hold us in restraint,
Bound and imprisoned by the feet and hands ;
And so long as it pleases the just Lord
Shall we remain immovable and prostrate."
I on my knees had fallen, and wished to speak;
But even as I began, and he was 'ware,

Only by listening, of my reverence,

"What cause," he said, "has downward bent thee thus?" And I to him : 66 For your own dignity,

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Standing, my conscience stung me with remorse." Straighten thy legs, and upward raise thee, brother," He answered: "Err not, fellow-servant am I With thee and with the others to one power.

If e'er that holy, evangelic sound,

Which sayeth neque nubent, thou hast heard, Well canst thou see why in this wise I speak. Now go; no longer will I have thee linger,

Because thy stay doth incommode my weeping, With which I ripen that which thou hast said. On earth I have a grandchild named Alagia,

Good in herself, unless indeed our house Malevolent may make her by example, And she alone remains to me on earth."

CANTO XX.

ILL strives the will against a better will;
Therefore, to pleasure him, against my pleasure
I drew the sponge not saturate from the water.
Onward I moved, and onward moved my Leader,

Through vacant places, skirting still the rock,
As on a wall close to the battlements;

For they that through their eyes pour drop by drop
The malady which all the world pervades,

On the other side too near the verge approach.

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Accursed mayst thou be, thou old she-wolf,

That more than all the other beasts hast prey,
Because of hunger infinitely hollow!

O heaven, in whose gyrations some appear

To think conditions here below are changed,
When will he come through whom she shall depart?
Onward we went with footsteps slow and scarce,

And I attentive to the shades I heard
Piteously weeping and bemoaning them;
And I by peradventure heard "Sweet Mary!"
Uttered in front of us amid the weeping
Even as a woman does who is in child-birth;
And in continuance: "How poor thou wast
Is manifested by that hostelry

Where thou didst lay thy sacred burden down."
Thereafterward I heard: "O good Fabricius,

Virtue with poverty didst thou prefer

To the possession of great wealth with vice."
So pleasurable were these words to me

That I drew farther onward to have knowledge
Touching that spirit whence they seemed to come.

He furthermore was speaking of the largess

Which Nicholas unto the maidens gave,

In order to conduct their youth to honour.

"O soul that dost so excellently speak,

Tell me who wast thou," said I, "and why only
Thou dost renew these praises well deserved?
Not without recompense shall be thy word,
If I return to finish the short journey
Of that life which is flying to its end."
And he: "I'll tell thee, not for any comfort

I may expect from earth, but that so much
Grace shines in thee or ever thou art dead.

I was the root of that malignant plant

Which overshadows all the Christian world,
So that good fruit is seldom gathered from it;
But if Douay and Ghent, and Lille and Bruges

Had power, soon vengeance would be taken on it;
And this I pray of Him who judges all.

Hugh Capet was I called upon the earth;

From me were born the Louises and Philips,
By whom in later days has France been governed.

I was the son of a Parisian butcher,

What time the ancient kings had perished all,
Excepting one, contrite in cloth of gray.

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I found me grasping in my hands the rein

Of the realm's government, and so great power
Of new acquest, and so with friends abounding,
That to the widowed diadem promoted

The head of mine own offspring was, from whom
The consecrated bones of these began.
So long as the great dowry of Provence

Out of my blood took not the sense of shame,
'Twas little worth, but still it did no harm.
Then it began with falsehood and with force
Its rapine; and thereafter, for amends,
Took Ponthieu, Normandy, and Gascony.
Charles came to Italy, and for amends

A victim made of Conradin, and then

Thrust Thomas back to heaven, for amends.

A time I see, not very distant now,

Which draweth forth another Charles from France,
The better to make known both him and his.

Unarmed he goes, and only with the lance

That Judas jousted with; and that he thrusts So that he makes the paunch of Florence burst. He thence not land, but sin and infamy,

Shall gain, so much more grievous to himself As the more light such damage he accounts. The other, now gone forth, ta'en in his ship,

See I his daughter sell, and chaffer for her
As corsairs do with other female slaves.
What more, O Avarice, canst thou do to us,

Since thou my blood so to thyself hast drawn,
It careth not for its own proper flesh?
That less may seem the future ill and past,

I see the flower-de-luce Alagna enter,
And Christ in his own Vicar captive made.

I see him yet another time derided;

I see renewed the vinegar and gall,

And between living thieves I see him slain.

I see the modern Pilate so relentless,

This does not sate him, but without decretal
He to the temple bears his sordid sails!
When, O my Lord! shall I be joyful made

By looking on the vengeance which, concealed,
Makes sweet thine anger in thy secrecy?

What I was saying of that only bride

Of the Holy Ghost, and which occasioned thee
To turn towards me for some commentary,

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