CANTO XVII. "BEHOLD the beast with barbed tail so keen, Who passes Alps, whom walls nor arms can stay, Behold, who plagues the world with breath unclean!" Thus to myself began my guide to say, And therewith beckoned him to come ashore Nigh to the marbled limits of our way. Of fraud, and landed all his head and chest, So seeming-gentle was his outward hue, And like a serpent's shape was all the rest. His arms all hairy from the armpits grew, 10 His back and breast, and both his flanks beside, With rings and knosps were painted through and through: 15 5 I No ground and pattern with more colors dyed So stood that beast pernicious on the rim Whose point, with deadly barb accoutred, went And ten full steps athwart the margin traced, A little further on the sands I saw A nation sitting nigh the empty waste. 30 35 "That from the present zone thou mayest draw By thy return I shall bespeak," he said, And so afresh, along the extremest head Of the seventh circle, where the wretched bands Were sitting, unaccompanied I sped. 40 45 Their anguish gushed out from their eyes, their hands, To rescue them, went plying to and fro, Now from the flames, now from the glowing sands. Not otherwise the dogs in summer go, When stung by wasps, or gadflies, or by fleas, When mouth or paw from side to side they throw. Now looking on the face of some of these, On whom the excruciating flame descended, I could not one remembered feature seize. But from the neck of each I saw suspended A purse, that certain crest and colors bore, And therein seemed their eyes' food comprehended. 50 55 And as I walked along, and looked them o'er, Then in the further carriage of my view Another, ruddier than blood, I note, That held a goose of more than cream-white hue. In azure tint a teeming sow was set, Cried to me, "What dost thou along this moat? 60 65 70 Full oft they shout, until I long to close My ear, 'Let come our sovereign lord, the man Who three male goats upon his budget shows." And at the word he writhed his mouth, and threw His tongue out, like an ox that licks his nose. Then fearing to provoke his anger, who Had warned me but a little there to bide, From these forwearied spirits I withdrew. 75 Already mounted I beheld my guide Upon the back of that fell reptile, whence, "Now be thou bold and confident," he cried. 66 By such a staircase must we go down hence; Of ague, that with nails already white He shivers in the shade he shrinks to quit, Such, when those words were uttered, was my fright; But shame fell on me from the threats he cast, Which makes a servant valiant in the sight Of a good lord. Upon those shoulders vast 90 I set myself; I would, but voice no more In perilous time, soon as I'd mounted so, 35 95 |