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Wert busied with his spirit, who once ruled
The towers of Hautefort, that thou lookedst not
That way, ere he was gone.” “O guide beloved !
His violent death yet unavenged," said I,
“ By any, who are partners in his shame,
Made him contemptuous; therefore, as I think,
He pass'd me speechless by; and, doing so,
Hath made me more compassionate his fate."

So we discoursed to where the rock first show'd
The other valley, had more light been there,
Een to the lowest depth. Soon as we came
O'er the last cloister in the dismal rounds
Of Malebolge, and the brotherhood
Were to our view exposed, then many a dart
Of sore lament assail'd me, headed all
With points of thrilling pity, that I closed
Both ears against the volley with mine hands.

As were the torment, if each lazar-house
Of Valdichiana, in the sultry time
'Twixt July and September, with the isle
Sardinia and Maremma's pestilent fen,
Had heap'd their maladies all in one foss
Together; such was here the torment: dire
The stench, as issuing streams from fester'd limbs.

We on the utmost shore of the long rock
Descended still to leftward. Then my sight
Was livelier to explore the depth, wherein
The minister of the most mighty Lord,
All-searching Justice, dooms to punishment
The forgers noted on her dread record.

More rueful was it not methinks to see
The nation in Ægina* droop, what time
Each living thing, e'en to the little worm,
All fell, so full of malice was the air

(And afterward, as bards of yore have told, % The valley through which passes Leopold II. The Chiana is men. the river Chiana, bounded by Arez tioned as a remarkably sluggish zo, Cortona, Montepulciano, and stream, in the Paradise, Canto xiii. 21. Chiusi. In the autumn it was for 8 See note to Canto xxv. v. 18. merly rendered unwholesome by the In Ægina." He alludes to the stagnation of the water, but has fable of the ants changed into Myr. since been drained by the Emperor midons.-Ovid, “ Met. lib. vii.

The ancient people were restored anew
From seed of emmets), than was here to see
The spirits, that languish'd through the murky vale,
Up-piled on many a stack. Confused they lay,
One o'er the belly, o'er the shoulders one
Rolld of another; sideling crawlid a third
Along the dismal pathway. Step by step
We journey'd on, in silence looking round,
And listening those diseased, who strove in vain
To lift their forms. Then two I mark'd, that sat
Propt 'gainst each other, as two brazen pans
Set to retain the heat. From head to foot,
A tetter bark'd them round. Nor saw I e'er
Groom currying so fast, for whom his lord
Impatient waited, or himself perchance
Tired with long watching, as of these each one
Plied quickly his keen nails, through furiousness
Of ne'er abated pruriency. The crust
Came drawn from underneath, in flakes, like scales
Scraped from the bream, or fish of broader mail.

“O thou! who with thy fingers rendest off Thy coat of proof,” thus spake my guide to one, And sometimes makest tearing pincers of them, Tell me if any born of Latian land Be among these within: so may thy nails Serve thee for everlasting to this toil.”

“Both are of Latium,” weeping he replied, “ Whom tortured thus thou seest: but who art thou That hast inquired of us?” To whom my guide: “One that descend with this man, who yet lives, From rock to rock, and show him Hell's abyss.”

Then started they asunder, and each turn'd Trembling toward us, with the rest, whose ear Those words redounding struck. To me my liege Address'd him: “Speak to them whate'er thou list.”

And I therewith began: “So may no time Filch your remembrance from the thoughts of men In the upper world, but after many suns Survive it, as ye tell me, who ye are, And of what race ye come. Your punishment,

Unseemly and disgustful in its kind,
Deter you not from opening thus much to me."

“Arezzo was my dwelling,"5 answer'd one,
“ And me Albero of Siena brought
To die by fire: but that, for which I died,
Leads me not here. True is, in sport I told him,
That I had learn'd to wing my flight in air;
And he, admiring much, as he was void
Of wisdom, will'd me to declare to him
The secret of mine art: and only hence,
Because I made him not a Dædalus,
Prevail'd on one supposed his sire to burn me.
But Minos to this chasm, last of the ten,
For that I practised alchemy on earth,
Has doom'd me. Him no subterfuge eludes.”

Then to the bard I spake: “Was ever race Light as Siena's ? Sure not France herself Can show a tribe so frivolous and vain."

The other leprous spirit heard my words, And thus return'd: "Be Stricca' from this charge Exempted, he who knew so temperately To lay out fortune's gifts; and Niccolo, Who first the spice's costly luxury Discover'd in that garden, where such seed Roots deepest in the soil; and be that troop Exempted, with whom Caccia of Asciano Lavish'd his vineyards and wide-spreading woods, And his rare wisdom Abbagliato show'd A spectacle for all. That thou mayst know Who seconds thee against the Sienese Thus gladly, bend this way thy sharpen'd sight, That well my face may answer to thy ken;

So shalt thou see I am Capocchio's ghost, 6 Grifolino of Arezzo, who prom. Niccolo Salimbeni, Caccia of Asciaised Albero, son of the Bishop of no, and Abbagliato, or Meo de' Fol. Siena, that he would teach him cacchieri belonged to a company of the art of flying; and, because he prodigal and luxurious youth in Si. did not keep his promise, Albero ena, called the “ Brigata Goderecprevailed on his father to have him cia." Niccolo was the inventor of a burnt for a necromancer.

new manner of using cloves in 6 The same imputation is again cast cookery, and which was termed the on the Sienese, Purg. Canto xiii. costuma ricca.

8“ In that garden." Siena. **This is said ironically. Stricca,


Who forged transmuted metals by the power
Of alchemy; and if I scan thee right,
Thou needs must well remember how I aped
Creative nature by my subtle art."


UMENT. In feited the pen under

ARGUMENT.-In the same gulf, other kinds of impostors, as those who have counterfeited the persons of others, or debased the current coin, or deceived by speech under false pretences, are described as suffering various diseases. Sinon of Troy and Adamo of Brescia mutually reproach each other with their several impostures.

THAT time resentment burn'd in Juno's breast

From Semele against the Theban blood,

As more than once in dire mischance was rued; Such fatal frenzy seized on Athamas, That he his spouse beholding with a babe Laden on either arm, “Spread out,” he cried, “ The meshes, that I take the lioness And the young lions at the pass: " then forth Stretch'd he his merciless talons, grasping one, One helpless innocent, Learchus named, Whom swinging down he dash'd upon a rock; And with her other burden, self-destroy'd, The hapless mother plunged. And when the pride Of all presuming Troy fell from its height, By fortune overwhelm'd, and the old king With his realm perish'd; then did Hecuba, A wretch forlorn and captive, when she saw Polyxena first slaughter'd, and her son, Her Polydorus, on the wild sea-beach Next met the mourner's view, then reft of sense Did she run barking even as a dog; Such mighty power had grief to wrench her soul. But ne'er the Furies, or of Thebes, or Troy, With such fell cruelty were seen, their goads Infixing in the limbs of man or beast, As now two pale and naked ghosts I saw, That gnarling wildly scamper’d, like the swine

Excluded from his stye. One reach'd Capocchio,
And in the neck-joint sticking deep his fangs,
Dragg'd him, that, o'er the solid pavement rubb'd
His belly stretch'd out prone. The other shape,
He of Arezzo, there left trembling, spake:
“That sprite of air is Schicchi ;' in like mood
Of random mischiei vents he still his spite."

To whom I answering: “Oh! as thou dost hope
The other may not flesh its jaws on thee,
Be patient to inform us, who it is,
Ere it speed hence.”—“That is the ancient soul
Of wretched Myrrha,” he replied, “who burn'd
With most unholy flame for her own sire,
And a false shape assuming, so perform'd
The deed of sin; e'en as the other there,
That onward passes, dared to counterfeit
Donati's features, to feign'd testament
The seal affixing, that himself might gain.
For his own share, the lady of the herd."

When vanish'd the two furious shades, on whom
Mine eye was held, I turn'd it back to view
The other cursed spirits. One I saw
In fashion like a lute, had but the groin
Been sever'd where it meets the forked part.
Swoln dropsy, disproportioning the limbs
With ill-converted moisture, that the paunch
Suits not the visage, open'd wide his lips,
Gasping as in the hectic man for drought,
One toward the chin, the other upward curl'd.

"O ye! who in this world of misery,
Wherefore I know not, are exempt from pain,"
Thus he began, "attentively regard
Adamo's woe. When living, full supply
Ne'er lack'd me of what most I coveted;

1 Gianni Schicchi, of the family of Cavalcanti, possessed such a fac. ulty of mimicry that he was employed by Simon Donati to personate Buoso Donati, then recently de. ceased, and to make a will, leaving Simon his heir; for which service he was remunerated with a mare of

extraordinary value, here called “the lady of the herd.”

*Adamo of Brescia, at the instiga. tion of Guido, Alessandro, and their brother Aghinulfo, Lords of Romena, counterfeited the coin of Florence; for which crime he was burnt

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