Harvard Classics Volume 20. Golden Deer Classics

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      That swarming peopled that first chasm. Below

      Were naked sinners. Hitherward they came,

      Meeting our faces, from the middle point;

      With us beyond, but with a larger stride.

      E’en thus the Romans,^[122] when the year returns

      Of Jubilee, with better speed to rid

      The thronging multitudes, their means devise

      For such as pass the bridge; that on one side

      All front toward the castle, and approach

      Saint Peter’s fane, on the other toward the mount.

      Each diverse way, along the grisly rock,

      Horn’d demons I beheld, with lashes huge,

      That on their back unmercifully smote.

      Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe!

      None for the second waited, nor the third.

      Meantime, as on I pass’d, one met my sight,

      Whom soon as view’d, “Of him,” cried I, “not yet

      Mine eye hath had his fill.” I therefore stay’d

      My feet to scan him, and the teacher kind

      Paused with me, and consented I should walk

      Backward a space; and the tormented spirit,

      Who thought to hide him, bent his visage down.

      But it avail’d him naught; for I exclaim’d:

      “Thou who dost cast thine eye upon the ground,

      Unless thy features do belie thee much,

      Venedico^[123] art thou. But what brings thee

      Into this bitter seasoning?” He replied:

      “Unwillingly I answer to thy words.

      But thy clear speech, that to my mind recalls

      The world I once inhabited, constrains me.

      Know then ’t was I who led fair Ghisola

      To do the Marquis’ will, however fame

      The shameful tale have bruited. Nor alone

      Bologna hither sendeth me to mourn.

      Rather with us the place is so o’er throng’d,

      That not so many tongues this day are taught,

      Betwixt the Reno and Savena’s stream,

      To answer Sipa^[124] in their country’s phrase.

      And if of that securer proof thou need,

      Remember but our craving thirst for gold.”

      Him speaking thus, a demon with his throng

      Struck and exclaim’d, “Away, corrupter! here

      Women are none for sale.” Forthwith I join’d

      My escort, and few paces thence we came

      To where a rock forth issued from the bank.

      That easily ascended, to the right

      Upon its splinter turning, we depart

      From those eternal barriers. When arrived

      Where, underneath, the gaping arch lets pass

      The scourged souls: “Pause here,” the teacher said,

      “And let these others miserable now

      Strike on thy ken; faces not yet beheld,

      For that together they with us have walk’d.”

      From the old bridge we eyed the pack, who came

      From the other side toward us, like the rest,

      Excoriate from the lash. My gentle guide,

      By me unquestion’d, thus his speech resumed:

      “Behold that lofty shade, who this way tends,

      And seems too woe-begone to drop a tear.

      How yet the regal aspect he retains!

      Jason is he, whose skill and prowess won

      The ram from Colchis. To the Lemnian isle

      His passage thither led him, when those bold

      And pitiless women had slain all their males.

      There he with tokens and fair witching words

      Hypsipyle^[125] beguiled, a virgin young,

      Who first had all the rest herself beguiled.

      Impregnated, he left her there forlorn.

      Such is the guilt condemns him to this pain.

      Here too Medea’s injuries are avenged.

      All bear him company, who like deceit

      To his have practised. And thus much to know

      Of the first vale suffice thee, and of those

      Whom its keen torments urge.” Now had we come

      Where, crossing the next pier, the straiten’d path

      Bestrides its shoulders to another arch.

      Hence, in the second chasm we heard the ghosts,

      Who gibber in low melancholy sounds,

      With wide-stretch’d nostrils snort, and on themselves

      Smite with their palms. Upon the banks a scurf,

      From the foul steam condensed, encrusting hung,

      That held sharp combat with the sight and smell.

      So hollow is the depth, that from no part,

      Save on the summit of the rocky span,

      Could I distinguish aught. Thus far we came;

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