And now advance we by a narrow track Between the torments and the ramparts high, My Master first, and I behind his back. ‘O mighty Virtue, Wheeled through these impious circles,’ then I said, ‘Speak, and in full my longing satisfy. The people who within the tombs are laid, May they be seen? The coverings are all thrown Open, nor is there And he to me: ‘All shall be fastened down When hither from Jehoshaphat Again in bodies which were once their own. All here with Epicurus That the soul shares the body’s mortal doom. Things here discovered then shall answer yield, And quickly, to thy question asked of me; As well as And I: ‘Good Leader, if I hide from thee My heart, it is that I may little say; Nor only now ‘O Tuscan, who, still living, mak’st thy way, Modest of speech, through the abode of flame, Be pleased The accents of thy language thee proclaim To be a native of that state renowned Which I, perchance, wronged somewhat.’ Sudden came These words from out a tomb which there was found ’Mongst others; whereon I, compelled by fright, A little toward my Leader shifted ground. And he: ‘Turn round, what ails thee? Lo! upright Beginneth Farinata All of him ’bove the girdle comes in sight. Towering erect with lifted front and chest, He seemed Inferno greatly to despise. And toward him I among the tombs was pressed By my Guide’s nimble and courageous hand, While he, ‘Choose well thy language,’ gave behest. Beneath his tomb when I had ta’en my stand Regarding me a moment, ‘Of what house Art thou?’ as if in scorn, he made demand. To show myself obedient, anxious, I nothing hid, but told my ancestors; And, listening, he gently raised his brows. ‘Fiercely to me they proved themselves adverse, And to my sires and party,’ then he said; ‘Because of which I did them twice disperse.’ I answered him: ‘And what although they fled! Twice from all quarters they returned with might, An art not mastered yet by these you Beside him then there issued into sight Another shade, uncovered to the chin, Propped on his knees, if I surmised aright. Knowledge if any other was with me; And then, his hope all spent, did thus begin, Weeping: ‘By dint of genius if it be Thou visit’st this dark prison, where my son? And wherefore not found in thy company?’ And I to him: ‘I come not here alone: He waiting yonder guides me: but disdain Of him perchance was by your Guido The words he used, and manner of his pain, Revealed his name to me beyond surmise; Hence was I able thus to answer plain. Then cried he, and at once upright did rise, ‘How saidst thou—was? Breathes he not then the air? The pleasant light no longer smites his eyes?’ When he of hesitation was aware Displayed by me in forming my reply, He fell supine, no more to reappear. But the magnanimous, at whose bidding I Had halted there, the same expression wore, Nor budged a jot, nor turned his neck awry. ‘And if’—resumed he where he paused before— ‘They be indeed but slow that art to learn, Than this my bed, to hear it pains me more. The lady’s Of that sore art thou shalt experience earn. And as to the sweet world again thou’dst go, Tell me, why is that people s |