Of ocean was the dolorous one aware, Out of her senses like a dog she barked, So much the anguish had her mind distorted; But not of Thebes the furies nor the Trojan Were ever seen in any one so cruel In goading beasts, and much more human members, Seized with its teeth his neck, so that in dragging Said to me: "That mad sprite is Gianni Schicchi, "O," said I to him, "so may not the other Set teeth on thee, let it not weary thee Of the nefarious Myrrha, who became To counterfeit in himself Buoso Donati, On whom I held mine eye, I turned it back I saw one made in fashion of a lute, If he had only had the groin cut off The heavy dropsy, that so disproportions The limbs with humours, which it ill concocts, Compelled him so to hold his lips apart As does the hectic, who because of thirst "O ye, who without any torment are, And why I know not, in the world of woe," Unto the misery of Master Adam ; I had while living much of what I wished, "The rivulets, that from the verdant hills Of Cassentin descend down into Arno, For far more doth their image dry me up The rigid justice that chastises me Draweth occasion from the place in which The currency imprinted with the Baptist, Of Guido, or Alessandro, or their brother, Shades that are going round about speak truth ; If I were only still so light, that in A hundred years I could advance one inch, For them am I in such a family; They did induce me into coining florins, And I to him: "Who are the two poor wretches The other the false Sinon, Greek of Troy ; At being, peradventure, named so darkly, Smote with the fist upon his hardened paunch. It gave a sound, as if it were a drum; And Master Adam smote him in the face, All motion, for my limbs that heavy are, H Whereat he answer made: "When thou didst go But hadst it so and more when thou wast coining." But thou wast not so true a witness there, "If I spake false, thou falsifiedst the coin," Said Sinon; "and for one fault I arn here, And thou for more than any other demon." "Remember, perjurer, about the horse," He made reply who had the swollen belly, Thy tongue," the Greek said, " and the putrid water Then the false-coiner: "So is gaping wide Thy mouth for speaking evil, as 'tis wont ; Thou hast the burning and the head that aches, And to lick up the mirror of Narcissus Thou wouldst not want words many to invite thee." In listening to them was I wholly fixed, When said the Master to me: "Now just look, When him I heard in anger speak to me, I turned me round towards him with such shame And as he is who dreams of his own harm, Who dreaming wishes it may be a dream, So that he craves what is, as if it were not; Such I became, not having power to speak, For to excuse myself I wished, and still Excused myself, and did not think I did it. "Less shame doth wash away a greater fault," The Master said, "than this of thine has been ; If e'er it come to pass that fortune bring thee CANTO XXXI. ONE and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, His and his father's, used to be the cause So that my sight went little in advance; Mine eyes directed wholly to one place. When Charlemagne the holy emprise lost, Short while my head turned thitherward I held Athwart the darkness at too great a distance, Well shalt thou see, if thou arrivest there, How much the sense deceives itself by distance; Then tenderly he took me by the hand, And said: "Before we farther have advanced, Less strange, know that these are not towers, but giants, And they are in the well, around the bank, From navel downward, one and all of them." As, when the fog is vanishing away, Little by little doth the sight refigure Whate'er the mist that crowds the air conceals, So, piercing through the dense and darksome air, 10 25 30 35 Because as on its circular parapets Montereggione crowns itself with towers, E'en thus the margin which surrounds the well With one half of their bodies turreted The horrible giants, whom Jove menaces E'en now from out the heavens when he thunders. And I of one already saw the face, Shoulders, and breast, and great part of the belly, And down along his sides both of the arms. Certainly Nature, when she left the making Of animals like these, did well indeed, By taking such executors from Mars; And if of elephants and whales she doth not Repent her, whosoever looketh subtly More just and more discreet will hold her for it; For where the argument of intellect Is added unto evil will and power, No rampart can the people make against it. His face appeared to me as long and large As is at Rome the pine-cone of Saint Peter's, So that the margin, which an apron was Down from the middle, showed so much of him Three Frieslanders in vain had vaunted them; Down from the place where man his mantle buckles. "Raphael mai amech izabi almi," Began to clamour the ferocious mouth, To which were not befitting sweeter psalms. And unto him my Guide: "Soul idiotic, Keep to thy horn, and vent thyself with that, Search round thy neck, and thou wilt find the belt This one is Nimrod, by whose evil thought For even such to him is every language Turned to the left, and a crossbow-shot off |