The Divine Comedy (Illustrated Edition). Dante Alighieri

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      “Thy city heap’d with envy to the brim,

      Ay that the measure overflows its bounds,

      Held me in brighter days. Ye citizens

Were wont to name me Ciacco.2 For the sin

      Of glutt’ny, damned vice, beneath this rain,

      E’en as thou see’st, I with fatigue am worn;

      Nor I sole spirit in this woe: all these

      Have by like crime incurr’d like punishment.”

      No more he said, and I my speech resum’d:

      “Ciacco! thy dire affliction grieves me much,

      Even to tears. But tell me, if thou know’st,

      What shall at length befall the citizens

Of the divided city;3 whether any just one

      Inhabit there: and tell me of the cause,

      Whence jarring discord hath assail’d it thus?”

      He then: “After long striving they will come

To blood; and the wild party from the woods4

Will chase the other5 with much injury forth.

Then it behoves, that this must fall,6 within

Three solar circles;7 and the other rise

      By borrow’d force of one, who under shore

Now rests.8 It shall a long space hold aloof

      Its forehead, keeping under heavy weight

      The other oppress’d, indignant at the load,

And grieving sore. The just are two in number,9

      But they neglected. Av’rice, envy, pride,

      Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all

      On fire.” Here ceas’d the lamentable sound;

      And I continu’d thus: “Still would I learn

      More from thee, farther parley still entreat.

Of Farinata and Tegghiaio10 say,

They who so well deserv’d, of Giacopo,11

Arrigo, Mosca,12 and the rest, who bent

      Their minds on working good. Oh! tell me where

      They bide, and to their knowledge let me come.

      For I am press’d with keen desire to hear,

      If heaven’s sweet cup or poisonous drug of hell

      Be to their lip assign’d.” He answer’d straight:

      “These are yet blacker spirits. Various crimes

      Have sunk them deeper in the dark abyss.

      If thou so far descendest, thou mayst see them.

      But to the pleasant world when thou return’st,

      Of me make mention, I entreat thee, there.

      No more I tell thee, answer thee no more.”

      This said, his fixed eyes he turn’d askance,

      A little ey’d me, then bent down his head,

      And ’midst his blind companions with it fell.

      When thus my guide: “No more his bed he leaves,

      Ere the last angel-trumpet blow. The Power

      Adverse to these shall then in glory come,

      Each one forthwith to his sad tomb repair,

      Resume his fleshly vesture and his form,

      And hear the eternal doom re-echoing rend

      The vault.” So pass’d we through that mixture foul

      Of spirits and rain, with tardy steps; meanwhile

      Touching, though slightly, on the life to come.

      For thus I question’d: “Shall these tortures, Sir!

      When the great sentence passes, be increas’d,

      Or mitigated, or as now severe?”

      He then: “Consult thy knowledge; that decides

      That as each thing to more perfection grows,

      It feels more sensibly both good and pain.

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