them.” “Though driven out, yet they each time
From all parts,” answer’d I, “return’d; an art
Which yours have shown they are not skill’d to learn.”
Then, peering forth from the unclosed jaw,
Rose from his side a shade,[63] high as the chin,
Leaning, methought, upon its knees upraised.
It look’d around, as eager to explore
If there were other with me; but perceiving
That fond imagination quench’d, with tears
Thus spake: “If thou through this blind prison go’st,
Led by thy lofty genius and profound,
Where is my son?[64] and wherefore not with thee?”
I straight replied: “Not of myself I come;
By him, who there expects me, through this clime
Conducted, whom perchance Guido thy son
Had in contempt.”[65] Already had his words
And mode of punishment read me his name,
Whence I so fully answer’d. He at once
Exclaim’d, up starting, “How! said’st thou, he had?
No longer lives he? Strikes not on his eye
The blessed daylight?” Then, of some delay
I made ere my reply, aware, down fell
Supine, nor after forth appear’d he more.
Meanwhile the other, great of soul, near whom
I yet was station’d, changed not countenance stern,
Nor moved the neck, nor bent his ribbed side.
“And if,” continuing the first discourse,
“They in this art,” he cried, “small skill have shown;
That doth torment me more e’en than this bed.
But not yet fifty times[66] shall be relumed
Her aspect, who reigns here queen of this realm,[67]
Ere thou shalt know the full weight of that art.
So to the pleasant world mayst thou return,
As thou shalt tell me why, in all their laws,
Against my kin this people is so fell.”
“The slaughter[68] and great havoc,” I replied,
“That color’d Arbia’s flood with crimson stain—
To these impute, that in our hallow’d dome
Such orisons[69] ascend.” Sighing he shook
The head, then thus resumed: “In that affray
I stood not singly, nor, without just cause,
Assuredly, should with the rest have stirr’d;
But singly there I stood,[70] when, by consent
Of all, Florence had to the ground been razed,
The one who openly forbade the deed.”
“So may thy lineage find at last repose,”
I thus adjured him, “as thou solve this knot,
Which now involves my mind. If right I hear,
Ye seem to view beforehand that which time
Leads with him, of the present uninform’d.”
“We view, as one who hath an evil sight,”
He answer’d, “plainly, objects far remote;
So much of his large splendor yet imparts
The Almighty Ruler: but when they approach,
Or actually exist, our intellect
Then wholly fails; nor of your human state,
Except what others bring us, know we aught.
Hence therefore mayst thou understand, that all
Our knowledge in that instant shall expire,
When on futurity the portals close.”
Then conscious of my fault,[71] and by remorse
Smitten, I added thus: “Now shalt thou say
To him there fallen, that his offspring still
Is to the living join’d; and bid him know,
That if from answer, silent, I abstain’d,
’Twas that my thought was occupied, intent
Upon that error, which thy help hath solved.”
But now my master summoning me back
I heard, and with more eager haste besought
The spirit to inform me, who with him
Partook his lot. He answer thus return’d:
“More than a thousand with me here are laid.
Within is Frederick,[72] second of that name,
And the Lord Cardinal,[73] and of the rest
I speak not.” He, this said, from sight withdrew.
But I my steps toward the ancient bard
Reverting, ruminated on the words
Betokening me such ill. Onward he moved,
And thus, in going, question’d: “Whence the amaze
That holds thy senses wrapt?” I satisfied
The inquiry, and the sage enjoin’d me straight:
“Let thy safe memory store what thou hast heard,
To thee importing harm; and note thou this,”
With his raised
