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then he said: 'Be not thy heart afraid;

       Henceforth I thee absolve; and thou instruct me

       How to raze Palestrina to the ground.

      Heaven have I power to lock and to unlock,

       As thou dost know; therefore the keys are two,

       The which my predecessor held not dear.'

      Then urged me on his weighty arguments

       There, where my silence was the worst advice;

       And said I: 'Father, since thou washest me

      Of that sin into which I now must fall,

       The promise long with the fulfilment short

       Will make thee triumph in thy lofty seat.'

      Francis came afterward, when I was dead,

       For me; but one of the black Cherubim

       Said to him: 'Take him not; do me no wrong;

      He must come down among my servitors,

       Because he gave the fraudulent advice

       From which time forth I have been at his hair;

      For who repents not cannot be absolved,

       Nor can one both repent and will at once,

       Because of the contradiction which consents not.'

      O miserable me! how I did shudder

       When he seized on me, saying: 'Peradventure

       Thou didst not think that I was a logician!'

      He bore me unto Minos, who entwined

       Eight times his tail about his stubborn back,

       And after he had bitten it in great rage,

      Said: 'Of the thievish fire a culprit this;'

       Wherefore, here where thou seest, am I lost,

       And vested thus in going I bemoan me."

      When it had thus completed its recital,

       The flame departed uttering lamentations,

       Writhing and flapping its sharp-pointed horn.

      Onward we passed, both I and my Conductor,

       Up o'er the crag above another arch,

       Which the moat covers, where is paid the fee

      By those who, sowing discord, win their burden.

      Canto XXVIII. The Ninth Bolgia: Schismatics. Mahomet and Ali. Pier da Medicina, Curio, Mosca, and Bertrand de Born.

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      Who ever could, e'en with untrammelled words,

       Tell of the blood and of the wounds in full

       Which now I saw, by many times narrating?

      Each tongue would for a certainty fall short

       By reason of our speech and memory,

       That have small room to comprehend so much.

      If were again assembled all the people

       Which formerly upon the fateful land

       Of Puglia were lamenting for their blood

      Shed by the Romans and the lingering war

       That of the rings made such illustrious spoils,

       As Livy has recorded, who errs not,

      With those who felt the agony of blows

       By making counterstand to Robert Guiscard,

       And all the rest, whose bones are gathered still

      At Ceperano, where a renegade

       Was each Apulian, and at Tagliacozzo,

       Where without arms the old Alardo conquered,

      And one his limb transpierced, and one lopped off,

       Should show, it would be nothing to compare

       With the disgusting mode of the ninth Bolgia.

      A cask by losing centre-piece or cant

       Was never shattered so, as I saw one

       Rent from the chin to where one breaketh wind.

      Between his legs were hanging down his entrails;

       His heart was visible, and the dismal sack

       That maketh excrement of what is eaten.

      While I was all absorbed in seeing him,

       He looked at me, and opened with his hands

       His bosom, saying: "See now how I rend me;

      How mutilated, see, is Mahomet;

       In front of me doth Ali weeping go,

       Cleft in the face from forelock unto chin;

      And all the others whom thou here beholdest,

       Disseminators of scandal and of schism

       While living were, and therefore are cleft thus.

      A devil is behind here, who doth cleave us

       Thus cruelly, unto the falchion's edge

       Putting again each one of all this ream,

      When we have gone around the doleful road;

       By reason that our wounds are closed again

       Ere any one in front of him repass.

      But who art thou, that musest on the crag,

       Perchance to postpone going to the pain

       That is adjudged upon thine accusations?"

      "Nor death hath reached him yet, nor guilt doth bring him,"

       My Master made reply, "to be tormented;

       But to procure him full experience,

      Me, who am dead, behoves it to conduct him

      

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