But let the Malebranche cease a little, So that these may not their revenges fear, And I, down sitting in this very place, For one that I am will make seven come, When I shall whistle, as our custom is Shaking his head, and said: "Just hear the trick Unto the rest, said to him: "If thou dive, The height be left, and be the bank a shield, Planted his feet on land, and in a moment Whereat each one was suddenly stung with shame, But he most who was cause of the defeat; Therefore he moved, and cried: "Thou art o'ertaken." But little it availed, for wings could not Outstrip the fear; the other one went under, Not otherwise the duck upon a sudden Dives under, when the falcon is approaching, And upward he returneth cross and weary. Infuriate at the mockery, Calcabrina Flying behind him followed close, desirous The other should escape, to have a quarrel. And when the barrator had disappeared, He turned his talons upon his companion, To clapperclaw him well; and both of them A sudden intercessor was the heat; But ne'ertheless of rising there was naught, Lamenting with the others, Barbariccia Made four of them fly to the other side This side and that they to their posts descended; They stretched their hooks towards the pitch-ensnared And in this manner busied did we leave them. CANTO XXIII. SILENT, alone, and without company We went, the one in front, the other after, As go the Minor Friars along their way. Upon the fable of Æsop was directed My thought, by reason of the present quarrel, Where he has spoken of the frog and mouse; For mo and issa are not more alike Than this one is to that, if well we couple Are laughed to scorn, with injury and scoff If anger be engrafted on ill-will, They will come after us more merciless I felt my hair stand all on end already With terror, and stood backwardly intent, I am in dread; we have them now behind us; Thine outward image I should not attract So that of both one counsel sole I made. If peradventure the right bank so slope That we to the next Bolgia can descend, Not yet he finished rendering such opinion, When I beheld them come with outstretched wings, Even as a mother who by noise is wakened, Having more care of him than of herself, So that she clothes her only with a shift; And downward from the top of the hard bank Supine he gave him to the pendent rock, That one side of the other Bolgia walls. Ne'er ran so swiftly water through a sluice To turn the wheel of any land-built mill, When nearest to the paddles it approaches, As did my Master down along that border, Bearing me with him on his breast away, His feet had reached, ere they had reached the hill For the high Providence, which had ordained To place them ministers of the fifth moat, The power of thence departing took from all. A painted people there below we found, Who went about with footsteps very slow, Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished. They had on mantles with the hoods low down That Frederick used to put them on of straw. O everlastingly fatiguing mantle ! Again we turned us, still to the left hand Came on so tardily, that we were new Some one who may by deed or name be known, Perhaps thou'lt have from me what thou demandest." But the burden and the narrow way delayed them. Do not disdain to tell us who thou art." In the great town on the fair river of Arno, Along your cheeks such grief as I behold? Are made of lead so heavy, that the weights Cause in this way their balances to creak. Frati Gaudenti were we, and Bolognese ; I Catalano, and he Loderingo Named, and together taken by thy city, For maintenance of its peace; and we were such "O Friars," began I, "your iniquitous . . .' But said no more; for to mine eyes there rushed Blowing into his beard with suspirations; As thou perceivest; and he needs must feel, Within this moat, and the others of the council- And thereupon I saw Virgilius marvel O'er him who was extended on the cross Then he directed to the Friar this voice: "Be not displeased, if granted thee, to tell us If to the right hand any pass slope down By which we two may issue forth from here, Without constraining some of the black angels There is a rock, that forth from the great circle Once heard I at Bologna, and among them, CANTO XXIV. In that part of the youthful year wherein The Sun his locks beneath Aquarius tempers, Rises, and looks, and seeth the champaign Like a poor wretch, who knows not what to do ; |