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Always before him many stand: they go,
Each in his turn, and one by one, to judgment:
They speak, and hear, and then are hurl'd below. 15
'O thou that comest to this house of sorrow,' Cried Minos unto me, when he beheld me, Leaving the business of that dreadful office;
'See how thou enterest, and on what reliest:
Be not deceived by the broad entrance way.' 20
To whom the Master; 'Wherefore vainly criest ?
It lieth not with thee his course to stay.
'Tis thus by fate decreed, and will'd where power
Thereon the notes of woe began to sound 25
Nearer and yet more near, till we alight
I found me in a place void of all light,
The infernal hurricane, that never resteth,
When yawns the precipice before their eyes,
Shrieks, moans, and lamentations rend the air, 35
And blasphemies against the heavenly Power.
I understood that to this torment dire
The souls of carnal sinners were condemn'd,
Whose rebel wills rejected reason's lore. And like as starlings, on their wings upborne, 40
Large flocks together in the wintry season,
So by that blast were those ill spirits borne
Nor any hope their wretchedness allays
Or of repose, or of less grievous pain: 45
And like as cranes chanting their dolorous lays
Drift thro' the air in far extending train;
So came they uttering long drawn wailings drear— Those shadows urged by the wild hurricane:
Whereat I said; 'O Master, who are these 50
Spirits whom the black whirlwind scourges thus ?' And he then said to me; 'The first of these,
Of whom thou seekest to have knowledge, held
Imperial sway o'er many languages. She was so lapsed in lawless wantonness, 55
All lust she licensed by her laws, in faith
Thus to remove the shame wherein she was— Semiramis, of whom the legend saith
That she gave suck to Ninus, and was his spouse:
She held the land which now the Sultan swayeth. 60
Next cometh one by hapless love self-slain—
Helen I saw, for whom so many years
Of wasteful strife prevail'd; and great Achilles, 65
Who join'd the fray at last, by love 2 impell'd.
Paris was there, and Tristan; . . . . and the place
Thus having heard the experienced Guide recount 70
By name the knights and dames of ancient time,
At length I spake thus; 'Poet, I would fain
Whereto he thus replied; 'Watch thou, till they
Soon as the wind bore them to where we stood,
I lifted up my voice; 'O wearied ones, 80
Come hither, and speak with us, if nought forbids.'
1 Dido. 2 His love for Patroclus.
3Francesca and Paolo Malatesta.
Then, as two doves that by desire call'd
With moveless wings outspread to their sweet nest
Float thro' the air by longing hearts impell'd; Forth from the crowd where Dido was they pass'd, 85
They came to us thro' the dun air malign,
So vehement was my passionate cry. And thus One spake; 'O being gracious and benign,
Who comest thro' the black wind visiting
Us, who by violent hands erewhile were slain; 90
Were He our friend, who sways the universe,
We would beseech Him for thy peace, who thus
Pitiest our evil plight, and wills perverse.
We too will listen and converse with thee, 95
While the fierce whirlwind keepeth silence thus. The land where I was born lies by the sea,
That gleams along that coast, where Po descends,
To have repose with his attendant streams. Love, that in gentle heart soon glows, o'ercame 100
Him for that beauty which was reft from me
So foully that the anguish yet remains. Love, that to none beloved remitteth loves
Return, seized me for his enchanting self
So strongly that it still lingers as thou seest. 105
Love brought us to one grave : the lowest hell
Awaiteth him by whom our lives were sped.'
Such was the utterance from her lips that fell.
I bow'd my head, and held it down so long no
That the Bard said to me; 'What ponderest thou ?'
What yearnings, and what blissful reveries
impelled them to that lamentable pass!'
My speech renewed; 'Francesca, thy afflictions
Bring tears of grief and pity to mine eyes.
How happen'd it that Love enabled you
Each other's dubious wish to recognise V 120
And she replied; 'There is no greater sorrow
Than recollecting times of happiness
In misery: and this thy Teacher 4 knows.
How that entrancing love began to sway 125
Our hearts, I will repeat the tale of woe.
4 Boëthius. 'In omni adversitate fortunae infelicissimum genus infortunii est fuisse felicem et non esse.' De Consolatione L. ii. pr. 4.