Those who, in reasoning, to the bottom went,

Were of this innate liberty aware,

Therefore bequeathed they Ethics to the world.

Supposing, then, that from necessity

Springs every love that is within

Within yourselves the

you kindled,

power is to restrain it. The noble virtue Beatrice understands

By the free will; and therefore see that thou

Bear it in mind, if she should speak of it."

The moon, belated almost unto midnight,

Now made the stars appear to us more rare,
Formed like a bucket, that is all ablaze,

And counter to the heavens ran through those paths
Which the sun sets aflame, when he of Rome

go down ;

Sees it 'twixt Sardes and Corsicans
And that patrician shade, for whom is named
Pietola more than any Mantuan town,

Had laid aside the burden of my lading;
Whence I, who reason manifest and plain

In answer to my questions had received,
Stood like a man in drowsy revery.

But taken from me was this drowsiness

Suddenly by a people, that behind

Our backs already had come round to us.

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And as, of old, Ismenus and Asopus

Beside them saw at night the rush and throng,
If but the Thebans were in need of Bacchus,

So they along that circle curve their step,

From what I saw of those approaching us,

Who by good-will and righteous love are ridden. Full soon they were upon us, because running

Moved onward all that mighty multitude,

And two in the advance cried out, lamenting,

"Mary in haste unto the mountain ran,

And Cæsar, that he might subdue Ilerda,

Thrust at Marseilles, and then ran into Spain." "Quick! quick! so that the time may not be lost By little love!" forthwith the others cried, "For ardor in well-doing freshens grace!”

“O folk, in whom an eager fervor now

Supplies perhaps delay and negligence,

Put by you in well-doing, through lukewarmness,

This one who lives, and truly I lie not,

Would fain go up, if but the sun relight us;

So tell us where the passage nearest is.”
These were the words of him who was my Guide;

And some one of those spirits said: “Come on
Behind us, and the opening shalt thou find

So full of longing are we to move onward,
That stay we cannot; therefore pardon us,
If thou for churlishness our justice take.
I was San Zeno's Abbot at Verona,

Under the empire of good Barbarossa,

Of whom still sorrowing Milan holds discourse;

And he has one foot in the grave already,

Who shall erelong lament that monastery,
And sorry be of having there had power,
Because his son, in his whole body sick,

And worse in mind, and who was evil-born,
He
put into the place of its true pastor."
If more he said, or silent was, I know not,
He had already passed so far beyond us;
But this I heard, and to retain it pleased me.
And he who was in every need my succor

Said: "Turn thee hitherward; see two of them
Come fastening upon slothfulness their teeth."
In rear of all they shouted: "Sooner were

The people dead to whom the sea was opened,
Than their inheritors the Jordan saw;
And those who the fatigue did not endure
Unto the issue, with Anchises' son,

Themselves to life withouten glory offered."

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Then when from us so separated were

Those shades, that they no longer could be seen, Within me a new thought did entrance find, Whence others many and diverse were born;

And so I lapsed from one into another, That in a reverie mine eyes I closed, And meditation into dream transmuted.

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CANTO XIX.

IT

was the hour when the diurnal heat

No more can warm the coldness of the moon,

Vanquished by earth, or peradventure Saturn,

When geomancers their Fortuna Major

See in the orient before the dawn

Rise by a path that long remains not dim, There came to me in dreams a stammering woman,

Squint in her eyes, and in her feet distorted,

With hands dissevered, and of sallow hue.

I looked at her; and as the sun restores

The frigid members, which the night benumbs,
Even thus my gaze did render voluble

Her tongue,

and made her all erect thereafter

In little while, and the lost countenance
As love desires it so in her did color.

When in this wise she had her speech unloosed,

She 'gan to sing so, that with difficulty

Could I have turned my thoughts away from her.

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