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My escort, and few paces thence we came

       To where a rock forth issued from the bank.

       That easily ascended, to the right

       Upon its splinter turning, we depart

       From those eternal barriers. When arriv'd,

       Where underneath the gaping arch lets pass

       The scourged souls: "Pause here," the teacher said,

       "And let these others miserable, now

       Strike on thy ken, faces not yet beheld,

       For that together they with us have walk'd."

       From the old bridge we ey'd the pack, who came

       From th' other side towards us, like the rest,

       Excoriate from the lash. My gentle guide,

       By me unquestion'd, thus his speech resum'd:

       "Behold that lofty shade, who this way tends,

       And seems too woe-begone to drop a tear.

       How yet the regal aspect he retains!

       Jason is he, whose skill and prowess won

       The ram from Colchos. To the Lemnian isle

       His passage thither led him, when those bold

       And pitiless women had slain all their males.

       There he with tokens and fair witching words

       Hypsipyle beguil'd, a virgin young,

       Who first had all the rest herself beguil'd.

       Impregnated he left her there forlorn.

       Such is the guilt condemns him to this pain.

       Here too Medea's inj'ries are avenged.

       All bear him company, who like deceit

       To his have practis'd. And thus much to know

       Of the first vale suffice thee, and of those

       Whom its keen torments urge." Now had we come

       Where, crossing the next pier, the straighten'd path

       Bestrides its shoulders to another arch.

       Hence in the second chasm we heard the ghosts,

       Who jibber in low melancholy sounds,

       With wide-stretch'd nostrils snort, and on themselves

       Smite with their palms. Upon the banks a scurf

       From the foul steam condens'd, encrusting hung,

       That held sharp combat with the sight and smell.

       So hollow is the depth, that from no part,

       Save on the summit of the rocky span,

       Could I distinguish aught. Thus far we came;

       And thence I saw, within the foss below,

       A crowd immers'd in ordure, that appear'd

       Draff of the human body. There beneath

       Searching with eye inquisitive, I mark'd

       One with his head so grim'd, 't were hard to deem,

       If he were clerk or layman. Loud he cried:

       "Why greedily thus bendest more on me,

       Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?"

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       "Because if true my mem'ry," I replied,

       "I heretofore have seen thee with dry locks,

       And thou Alessio art of Lucca sprung.

       Therefore than all the rest I scan thee more."

       Then beating on his brain these words he spake:

       "Me thus low down my flatteries have sunk,

       Wherewith I ne'er enough could glut my tongue."

       My leader thus: "A little further stretch

       Thy face, that thou the visage well mayst note

       Of that besotted, sluttish courtezan,

       Who there doth rend her with defiled nails,

       Now crouching down, now risen on her feet.

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       "Thais is this, the harlot, whose false lip

       Answer'd her doting paramour that ask'd,

       'Thankest me much!'—'Say rather wondrously,'

       And seeing this here satiate be our view."

       WOE to thee, Simon Magus! woe to you,

       His wretched followers! who the things of God,

       Which should be wedded unto goodness, them,

       Rapacious as ye are, do prostitute

       For gold and silver in adultery!

       Now must the trumpet sound for you, since yours

       Is the third chasm. Upon the following vault

       We now had mounted, where the rock impends

       Directly o'er the centre of the foss.

       Wisdom Supreme! how wonderful the art,

       Which thou dost manifest in heaven, in earth,

       And in the evil world, how just a meed

       Allotting by thy virtue unto all!

       I saw the livid stone, throughout the sides

       And in its bottom full of apertures,

       All equal in their width, and circular each,

       Nor ample less nor larger they appear'd

       Than in Saint John's fair dome of me belov'd

       Those fram'd to hold the pure baptismal streams,

       One of the which I brake, some few years past,

       To save a whelming infant; and be this

       A seal to undeceive whoever doubts

       The motive of my deed. From out the mouth

       Of every one, emerg'd a sinner's feet

       And of the legs high upward as the calf

       The rest beneath was hid. On either foot

       The soles were burning, whence the flexile joints

       Glanc'd with such violent motion, as had snapt

       Asunder cords or twisted withs. As flame,

       Feeding on unctuous matter, glides along

       The surface, scarcely touching where it moves;

       So here, from heel to point, glided the flames.

       "Master! say who is he, than all the rest

       Glancing in fiercer agony, on whom

       A ruddier flame doth prey?" I thus inquir'd.

       "If thou be willing," he replied, "that I

       Carry thee down, where least the slope bank falls,

       He of himself shall tell thee and his wrongs."

       I then: "As pleases thee to me is best.

       Thou art my lord; and know'st that ne'er I quit