A little farther on the Centaur stopped Above a folk, who far down as the throat Seemed from that boiling stream to issue forth. A shade he showed us on one side alone, 115 Saying "He cleft asunder in God's bosom. The heart that still upon the Thames is honored." Then people saw I, who from out the river Lifted their heads and also all the chest ; And many among these I recognized. Thus ever more and more grew shallower 121 That blood, so that the feet alone it covered; 125 And there across the moat our passage was. "Even as thou here upon this side beholdest The boiling stream, that aye diminishes," The Centaur said, "I wish thee to believe That on this other more and more declines Its bed, until it reunites itself Where it behoveth tyranny to groan. Justice divine, upon this side, is goading In Rinier da Corneto and Rinier Pazzo, 3* 130 135 CANTO XIII. OT yet had Nessus reached the other side, NOT When we had put ourselves within a wood, That was not marked by any path whatever. Not foliage green, but of a dusky color, [tangled, Not branches smooth, but gnarled and interNot apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison. Such tangled thickets have not, nor so dense, 7 ΤΟ Those savage wild-beasts, that in hatred hold 'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places. There do the hideous Harpies make their nests, Who chased the Trojans from the Strophades, With sad announcement of impending doom; Broad wings have they, and necks and faces human, And feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged; They make laments upon the wondrous trees. 15 And the good Master: "Ere thou enter farther, Know that thou art within the second round," Thus he began to say, "and shalt be, till Thou comest upon the horrible sand-waste; Therefore look well around, and thou shalt see 20 Things that will credence give unto my speech." I heard on all sides lamentations uttered, And person none beheld I who might make them, Whence, utterly bewildered, I stood still. I think he thought that I perhaps might think From people who concealed themselves for us; Some little spray from any of these trees, The thoughts thou hast will wholl. ; —ade vain." Then stretched ≥ 1orth my hand a little forward, «1 And plucked a branchlet off from a great thorn; It recommenced its cry: "Why dost thou rend At one of the ends, and from the other drips My Sage made answer, "O thou wounded soul, Not upon thee had he stretched forth his hand; 40 45 50 25 56 And the trunk said: "So thy sweet words allure me, Of Frederick's heart, and turned them to and fro 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 Cæsar turned aside her harlot eyes, Death universal and the vice of courts, Inflamed against me all the other minds, 60 65 And they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus, That my glad honors 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 honor; And to the world if one of you return, 70 75 80 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 Whence I to him: "Do thou again inquire [thee." Concerning what thou think'st will satisfy me; For so great pity 's in my heart I cannot." Therefore he recommenced : So may the man To tell us in what way the soul is bound Within these knots; and tell us, if thou canst, The wind was into such a voice converted: It falls into the forest, and no part Is chosen for it; but where Fortune hurls it, The Harpies, feeding then upon its leaves, But not that any one may them revest, Each to the thorn of his molested shade." 85 90 95 100 105 Thinking that more it yet might wish to tell us, 110 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; |