The Divine Comedy (Illustrated Edition). Dante Alighieri

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      Canto IX

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      ARGUMENT.—After some hindrances, and having seen the hellish furies and other monsters, the Poet, by the help of an angel, enters the city of Dis, wherein he discovers that the heretics are punished in tombs burning with intense fire; and he, together with Virgil, passes onward between the sepulchres and the walls of the city.

THE hue,1 which coward dread on my pale cheeks

      Imprinted, when I saw my guide turn back,

      Chas’d that from his which newly they had worn,

      And inwardly restrain’d it. He, as one

      Who listens, stood attentive: for his eye

      Not far could lead him through the sable air,

      And the thick-gath’ring cloud. “It yet behooves

      We win this fight” — thus he began — “ if not —

      Such aid to us is offer’d. — Oh, how long

      Me seems it, ere the promis’d help arrive!”

      I noted, how the sequel of his words

      Clok’d their beginning; for the last he spake

      Agreed not with the first. But not the less

      My fear was at his saying; sith I drew

      To import worse perchance, than that he held,

      His mutilated speech. “Doth ever any

      Into this rueful concave’s extreme depth

      Descend, out of the first degree, whose pain

      Is deprivation merely of sweet hope?”

      Thus I inquiring. “Rarely,” he replied,

      “It chances, that among us any makes

      This journey, which I wend. Erewhile ’tis true

      Once came I here beneath, conjur’d by fell

Erictho,2 sorceress, who compell’d the shades

      Back to their bodies. No long space my flesh

      Was naked of me, when within these walls

      She made me enter, to draw forth a spirit

      From out of Judas’ circle. Lowest place

      Is that of all, obscurest, and remov’d

      Farthest from heav’n’s all-circling orb. The road

      Full well I know: thou therefore rest secure.

      That lake, the noisome stench exhaling, round

      The city’ of grief encompasses, which now

      We may not enter without rage.” Yet more

      He added: but I hold it not in mind,

      For that mine eye toward the lofty tower

      Had drawn me wholly, to its burning top.

      Where in an instant I beheld uprisen

      At once three hellish furies stain’d with blood:

      In limb and motion feminine they seem’d;

      Around them greenest hydras twisting roll’d

      Their volumes; adders and cerastes crept

      Instead of hair, and their fierce temples bound.

      He knowing well the miserable hags

      Who tend the queen of endless woe, thus spake: