Nor weep I here the sole Bolognian; nay, The moat holds rather of them such good store That fewer tongues this moment use to say Sipa,' 'twixt Reno and Saveno's shore. If proofs or witnesses must be displayed, His lash upon him, saying, "Get thee gone, And having but a few steps trod, we found A rocky spur, which to the cliff joined on. Then to the right we turned us halfway round, And lightly mounting on the splintered cope, We parted from that everlasting bound. Arrived above the breach that yawns to ope A passage for the scourged ones, "Now remain Here," said my guide, "and cast thine eye aslope, To front that other miscreated train, Of whom thou hast not yet beheld the face, As they have with us one direction ta'en.” Thus from the ancient bridge we marked the race That toward us from another quarter sped, And whom the scourges in like manner chase. My gracious guide before my asking said, "Yon great one that approaches us behold, That seemeth not a tear for pain to shed! 80 85 Lo! Jason, who made nerve and brain prevail To spoil the Colchians of the fleece of gold. When the bold, mercy-lacking women there Beguiled Hypsipile, young maid, by whom The others all before deluded were, And left her then forlorn with laden womb; Already came we, where the narrow way The groundwork of a second arch to lay. 100 That whines, and from the snout shudders and blows, And slaps and paws itself without control. Over the banks a slimy coating grows, That's by the effluvia from below sustained, Offensive to the eyes alike and nose. The bottom was so murky that we gained 105 No point of view till o'er the arch we strode, 110 To where the rock its greatest height attained. There having climbed, the ditch beneath us showed A people in such ordure sticking fast, As seemed from human privies to have flowed; He bawled, "on me in all the beastly sty?" "Because," I said, "if memory represent 115 The truth, I've seen thee once with hair quite dry, And thou'rt Alexius Intérminey Of Lucca, therefore draw'st thou most mine eye." "It is my flatteries have sunk me here, Who scrapes herself with fingers ordurous, Her paramour, that asked, 'Am I in great Favor with you?' 'In favor marvellous.' And so far to have seen our eyes may sate." 125 130 135 CANTO XIX. O SIMON MAGUS! O his proselytes Wretched, who things divine, that should be mated With goodness, in your grasping appetites For gold and silver have adulterated! For you the trumpet now must wake its blast, 5 Since you are in the third pit separated. Already o'er the following tomb we'd past, So far along the rock, a plumb-line there Would just midway across the moat be cast. O Supreme Wisdom, how much skill declare 10 Thy works in earth, and heaven, and hell's profound, And how thy wisdom deals to each his share! I saw along the margins and the ground Thick holes, that all the tawny rock disguise, Of like dimensions and in figure round. 15 |