CANTO XIII. ARGUMENT. DANTE enters the second compartment of the seventh circle; which contains those who have done violence to themselves, and their possessions. The first are changed into rough knotted trees, in which the harpies build their nests; the second are torn by dogs. He converses with Pietro della Vigne. THE further bank had Nessus scarcely gain'd, When we betook ourselves into a wood, Which not a trace of any path contain❜d. No verdant leaves, but of a dusky hue; No polish'd boughs, but knotted, coarse, and rude; Not, by the beasts that spurn the richer ground, Here the foul harpies build their nests, by whom With mournful augury of ills to come. 1 7 Claw'd are their feet, and plumed their paunch profound; Perch'd in the trees, with shrieks they fill the air. "Ere further thou proceed," exclaim'd my guide, "Know, we have enter'd on the second round, And in it still are destined to abide, Till we arrive within the sandy plain. I So 19 Wherefore observe ;-for things will meet thine eye, 25 Whence confirmation will my words obtain." Now lamentation from each side resounded, But none who utter'd them could I descry; I do believe he fancied that I thought These numerous cries were from the thicket sent By some who from our view concealment sought: It will at once thy present thoughts confute." And pluck a twig from off a knotted thorn, [rend?" When o'er its leaves the blood began to roll, Bu 1 The 31 I If Kno Of Or 3 h Now turn'd to stocks are we, who once were men: Which at the other hisses with the wind, And drops of sap doth from the outlet send; So from the broken twig, both words and blood 37 43 Flow'd forth;-whereat I dropp'd it on the ground; "Had he been able to believe before, O injured soul!" exclaim'd the sage profound, He would not thus thy suffering branch have torn; 49 Advised him to the deed which now I mourn. As some amends, may renovate thy fame." I 56 That death, that vice, on courts attendant ever, Fired all against me ;-they again the mind 67 Th Of Cæsar so inflamed, that in short space My blushing honours were for woes resign'd. Indignant, and high swelling with disgust, W In death I thought I should escape disgrace ;- Now by these fresh and tender roots I swear, I never broke the faith I owed my lord, The poet waited till his speech was o'er, And then address'd me: "Let not time be lost, Whereat I said, "Entreat him to impart What thou believ'st will satisfy me most; I cannot speak ;-such pity fills my heart." For w An Ea He then resumed "E'en to the utmost may 85 91 And then to speech like this the breathing changed: "The words I give in answer shall be few. When the fierce soul doth from the body bound, By self-inflicted violence estranged, Minos assigns it to this seventh round. Within the wood it falls, and taketh root Wherever chance the hapless soul impel, And there, like to a grain of spelt, doth shoot. Like others, we shall seek our mortal clay; But none again their bodies may resume; 97 103 |