And I: "My Master, what are all those people Who, having sepulture within those tombs, Make themselves audible by doleful sighs?" And he to me: Here are the Heresiarchs, With their disciples of all sects, and much More than thou thinkest laden are the tombs. Here like together with its like is buried; And more and less the monuments are heated." And when he to the right had turned, we passed Between the torments and high parapets. CANTO X. Now onward goes, along a narrow path Might they be seen? already are uplifted - With Epicurus all his followers, Who with the body mortal make the soul; Within here shalt thou soon be satisfied, From thee my heart, that I may speak the less, Be pleased to stay thy footsteps in this place. From out one of the tombs; wherefore I pressed, And unto me he said: "Turn thee; what dost thou ? From the waist upwards wholly shalt thou see him." And he uprose erect with breast and front As soon as I was at the foot of his tomb, Somewhat he eyed me, and, as if disdainful, I, who desirous of obeying was, Concealed it not, but all revealed to him; Whereat he raised his brows a little upward. Then said he "Fiercely adverse have they been To me, and to my fathers, and my party; So that two several times I scattered them." "If they were banished, they returned on all sides," I answered him, "the first time and the second; But yours have not acquired that art aright." Then there uprose upon the sight, uncovered Down to the chin, a shadow at his side; I think that he had risen on his knees. He had to see if some one else were with me, Weeping, he said to me: "If through this blind He who is waiting yonder leads me here, Which I before my answer made, supine I had remained, did not his aspect change, 4C 65 "And if," continuing his first discourse, "They have that art," he said, "not learned aright, But fifty times shall not rekindled be The countenance of the Lady who reigns here, Against my race in each one of its laws?" After his head he with a sigh had shaken, nor surely "There I was not alone," he said, Without a cause had with the others moved. But there I was alone, where every one Consented to the laying waste of Florence, He who defended her with open face." "Ah! so hereafter may your seed repose," I him entreated, "solve for me that Knot, Which has entangled my conceptions here. It seems that you can see, if I hear rightly, Beforehand whatsoe'er time brings with it, And in the present have another mode." "We see, like those who have imperfect sight, The things," he said, "that distant are from us; Our intellect, and if none brings it to us, Said: "Now, then, you will tell that fallen one, And now my Master was recalling me, Wherefore more eagerly I prayed the spirit That he would tell me who was with him there. He said: "With more than a thousand here I lie; Within here is the second Frederick, And the Cardinal, and of the rest I speak not." Thereon he hid himself; and I towards The ancient poet turned my steps, reflecting He said to me, "Why art thou so bewildered?" "Let memory preserve what thou hast heard Against thyself," that Sage commanded me, "And now attend here;" and he raised his finger. "When thou shalt be before the radiance sweet Of her whose beauteous eyes all things behold, We left the wall, and went towards the middle, CANTO XI. UPON the margin of a lofty bank Which great rocks broken in a circle made, We came upon a still more cruel throng; And there, by reason of the horrible Excess of stench the deep abyss throws out, We drew ourselves aside behind the cover Of a great tomb, whereon I saw a writing, Which said: "Pope Anastasius I hold, Whom out of the right way Photinus drew." "Slow it behoveth our descent to be, So that the sense be first a little used To the sad blast, and then we shall not heed it." The Master thus; and unto him I said, 66 Some compensation find, that the time pass not My son, upon the inside of these rocks," Began he then to say, 66 are three small circles, From grade to grade, like those which thou art leaving They all are full of spirits maledict; But that hereafter sight alone suffice thee, Hear how and wherefore they are in constraint. Of every malice that wins hate in Heaven, Either by force or fraud afflicteth others. But because fraud is man's peculiar vice, More it displeases God; and so stand lowest But since force may be used against three persons, A death by violence, and painful wounds, Are to our neighbour given; and in his substance Whence homicides, and he who smites unjustly, Man may lay violent hands upon himself And his own goods; and therefore in the second Whoever of your world deprives himself, Who games, and dissipates his property, And weepeth there, where he should jocund be. Violence can be done the Deity, In heart denying and blaspheming Him, And by disdaining Nature and her bounty. And for this reason doth the smallest round Seal with its signet Sodom and Cahors, And who, disdaining God, speaks from the heart. Fraud, wherewithal is every conscience stung, A man may practise upon him who trusts, And him who doth no confidence imburse. This latter mode, it would appear, dissevers Only the bond of love which Nature makes ; Wherefore within the second circle nestle Hypocrisy, flattery, and who deals in magic, Falsification, theft, and simony, Panders, and barrators, and the like filth. Which Nature makes, and what is after added, |