And the small-nosed, who close in council seems
With him that has an aspect so benign,
Died fleeing and disflowering the lily;
Look there, how he is beating at his breast!
Behold the other one, who for his cheek
Sighing has made of his own palm a bed;

Father and father-in-law of France's Pest

Are they, and know his vicious life and lewd,
And hence proceeds the grief that so doth pierce them.

He who appears so stalwart, and chimes in,

Singing, with that one of the manly nose,
The cord of every valour wore begirt;

And if as King had after him remained

The stripling who in rear of him is sitting,
Well had the valour passed from vase to vase,

Which cannot of the other heirs be said.

Frederick and Jacomo possess the realms, But none the better heritage possesses. Not oftentimes upriseth through the branches The probity of man; and this He wills Who gives it, so that we may ask of Him. Eke to the large-nosed reach my words, no less

Than to the other, Pier, who with him sings; Whence Provence and Apulia grieve already The plant is as inferior to its seed,

As more than Beatrice and Margaret
Costanza boasteth of her husband still.
Behold the monarch of the simple life,

Harry of England, sitting there alone;
He in his branches has a better issue.

He who the lowest on the ground among them
Sits looking upward, is the Marquis William,
For whose sake Alessandria and her war
Make Monferrat and Canavese weep."

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CANTO VIII.

'Twas now the hour that turneth back desire

In those who sail the sea, and melts the heart,
The day they've said to their sweet friends farewell,
And the new pilgrim penetrates with love,

If he doth hear from far away a bell
That seemeth to deplore the dying day,

When I began to make of no avail

My hearing, and to watch one of the souls
Uprisen, that begged attention with its hand.
It joined and lifted upward both its palms,
Fixing its eyes upon the orient,

As if it said to God, "Naught else I care for." "Te lucis ante" so devoutly issued

Forth from its mouth, and with such dulcet notes,
It made me issue forth from my own mind.
And then the others, sweetly and devoutly,

Accompanied it through all the hymn entire,
Having their eyes on the supernal wheels.
Here, Reader, fix thine eyes well on the truth,
For now indeed so subtile is the veil,
Surely to penetrate within is easy.

I saw that army of the gentle-born

Thereafterward in silence upward gaze,
As if in expectation, pale and humble;
And from on high come forth and down descend,
I saw two Angels with two flaming swords,
Truncated and deprived of their points.

Green as the little leaflets just now born

Their garments were, which, by their verdant pinions
Beaten and blown abroad, they trailed behind.

One just above us came to take his station,

And one descended to the opposite bank,

So that the people were contained between them.

Clearly in them discerned I the blond head;

But in their faces was the eye bewildered,
As faculty confounded by excess.

"From Mary's bosom both of them have come,"
Sordello said, "as guardians of the valley
Against the serpent, that will come anon."
Whereupon I, who knew not by what road,

Turned round about, and closely drew myself,
Utterly frozen, to the faithful shoulders.

And once again Sordello: "Now descend we

'Mid the grand shades, and we will speak to them;
Right pleasant will it be for them to see you."

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Only three steps I think that I descended,

And was below, and saw one who was looking
Only at me, as if he fain would know me.

Already now the air was growing dark,

But not so that between his eyes and mine
It did not show what it before locked up.

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Tow'rds me he moved, and I tow'rds him did move ;
Noble Judge Nino! how it me delighted,
When I beheld thee not among the damned!
No greeting fair was left unsaid between us;

Then asked he: "How long is it since thou camest
O'er the far waters to the mountain's foot ?"
"Oh!" said I to him, "through the dismal places
I came this morn; and am in the first life,
Albeit the other, going thus, I gain."
And on the instant my reply was heard,

He and Sordello both shrank back from me,
Like people who are suddenly bewildered.

One to Virgilius, and the other turned

To one who sat there, crying, "Up, Currado! Come and behold what God in grace has willed!" Then, turned to me: "By that especial grace

Thou owest unto Him, who so conceals His own first wherefore, that it has no ford, When thou shalt be beyond the waters wide,

Tell my Giovanna that she pray for me,
Where answer to the innocent is made.
I do not think her mother loves me more,

Since she has laid aside her wimple white,
Which she, unhappy, needs must wish again.

Through her full easily is comprehended

How long in woman lasts the fire of love,
If eye or touch do not relight it often.
So fair a hatchment will not make for her

The Viper marshalling the Milanese

A-field, as would have made Gallura's Cock."
In this wise spake he, with the stamp impressed
Upon his aspect of that righteous zeal
Which measurably burneth in the heart.
My greedy eyes still wandered up to heaven,

Still to that point where slowest are the stars,
Even as a wheel the nearest to its axle.

And my Conductor: Son, what dost thou gaze at

Up there?" And I to him: "At those three torches
With which this hither pole is all on fire."

And he to me: "The four resplendent stars

Thou sawest this morning are down yonder low,
And these have mounted up to where those were."

As he was speaking, to himself Sordello

Drew him, and said, "Lo there ou. Aaversary!"
And pointed with his finger to look thither.

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Upon the side on which the little valley

No barrier hath, a serpent was; perchance

The same which gave to Eve the bitter food. 'Twixt grass and flowers came on the evil streak,

Turning at times its head about, and licking
Its back like to a beast that smoothes itself.

I did not see, and therefore cannot say

How the celestial falcons 'gan to move,

But well I saw that they were both in motion.
Hearing the air cleft by their verdant wings,

The serpent fled, and round the Angels wheeled,
Up to their stations flying back alike.

The shade that to the Judge had near approached

When he had called, throughout that whole assault
Had not a moment loosed its gaze on me.

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"So may the light that leadeth thee on high Find in thine own free-will as much of wax

As needful is up to the highest azure,"

Began it, "if some true intelligence

Of Valdimagra or its neighbourhood

Thou knowest, tell it me, who once was great there. Currado Malaspina was I called;

I'm not the elder, but from him descended; To mine I bore the love which here refineth.” “O," said I unto him, "through your domains

I never passed, but where is there a dwelling Throughout all Europe, where they are not known? That fame, which doeth honour to your house,

Proclaims its Signors and proclaims its land,
So that he knows of them who ne'er was there.
And, as I hope for heaven, I swear to you

Your honoured family in naught abates
The glory of the purse and of the sword.

It is so privileged by use and nature,

That though a guilty head misguide the world, Sole it goes right, and scorns the evil way." And he: "Now go; for the sun shall not lie

Seven times upon the pillow which the Ram With all his four feet covers and bestrides, Before that such a courteous opinion

Shall in the middle of thy head be nailed With greater nails than of another's speech, Unless the course of justice standeth still."

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CANTO IX.

THE Concubine of old Tithonus now

Gleamed white upon the eastern balcony,
Forth from the arms of her sweet paramour;

With gems her forehead all relucent was,

Set in the shape of that cold animal

Which with its tail doth smite amain the nations,
And of the steps, with which she mounts, the Night
Had taken two in that place where we were,
And now the third was bending down its wings;
When I, who something had of Adam in me,

Vanquished by sleep, upon the grass reclined,
There were all five of us already sat.

Just at the hour when her sad lay begins

The little swallow, near unto the morning,
Perchance in memory of her former woes,

And when the mind of man, a wanderer

More from the flesh, and less by thought imprisoned,
Almost prophetic in its visions is,

In dreams it seemed to me I saw suspended

An eagle in the sky, with plumes of gold,
With wings wide open, and intent to stoop,
And this, it seemed to me, was where had been
By Ganymede his kith and kin abandoned,
When to the high consistory he was rapt.
I thought within myself, perchance he strikes

From habit only here, and from elsewhere
Disdains to bear up any in his feet.
Then wheeling somewhat more, it seemed to me,
Terrible as the lightning he descended,
And snatched me upward even to the fire.
Therein it seemed that he and I were burning,
And the imagined fire did scorch me so,
That of necessity my sleep was broken.

Not otherwise Achilles started up,

Around him turning his awakened eyes,
And knowing not the place in which he was,
What time from Chiron stealthily his mother

Carried him sleeping in her arms to Scyros,
Wherefrom the Greeks withdrew him afterwards,