There by that execrable race was I

Released from bonds of the fallacious world,
The love of which defileth many souls,
And came from martyrdom unto this peace."

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CANTO XVI.

THOU our poor nobility of blood,
If thou dost make

If thou dost make the people glory in thee

Down here where our affection languisheth, A marvellous thing it ne'er will be to me; For there where appetite is not perverted, I say in Heaven, of thee I made a boast! Truly thou art a cloak that quickly shortens, So that unless we piece thee day by day Time goeth round about thee with his shears! With You, which Rome was first to tolerate,

(Wherein her family less perseveres,)

Yet once again my words beginning made;
Whence Beatrice, who stood somewhat apart,
Smiling, appeared like unto her who coughed
At the first failing writ of Guenever.
And I began: "You are my ancestor,
You give to me all hardihood to speak,
You lift me so that I am more than I.

So many rivulets with gladness fill

My mind, that of itself it makes a joy
Because it can endure this and not burst.

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Then tell me, my beloved root ancestral,

Who were your ancestors, and what the years
That in your boyhood chronicled themselves?
Tell me about the sheepfold of Saint John,

How large it was, and who the people were
Within it worthy of the highest seats."
As at the blowing of the winds a coal

Quickens to flame, so I beheld that light
Become resplendent at my blandishments.
And as unto mine eyes it grew more fair,
With voice more sweet and tender, but not in
This modern dialect, it said to me :

"From uttering of the Ave, till the birth

In which my mother, who is now a saint,

Of me was lightened who had been her burden,

Unto its Lion had this fire returned

Five hundred fifty times and thirty more,

To reinflame itself beneath his paw.

My ancestors and I our birthplace had

Where first is found the last ward of the city By him who runneth in your annual game. Suffice it of my elders to hear this;

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But who they were, and whence they thither came, Silence is more considerate than speech.

All those who at that time were there between Mars and the Baptist, fit for bearing arms, Were a fifth part of those who now are living;

But the community, that now is mixed

With Campi and Certaldo and Figghine,

Pure in the lowest artisan was seen.

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O how much better 't were to have as neighbors
The folk of whom I speak, and at Galluzzo
And at Trespiano have your boundary,

Than have them in the town, and bear the stench 55
Of Aguglione's churl, and him of Signa
Who hath sharp eyes for trickery already.
Had not the folk, which most of all the world
Degenerates, been a step-dame unto Cæsar,
But as a mother to her son benignant,
Some who turn Florentines, and trade and discount,
Would have gone back again to Simifonte [gars.
There where their grandsires went about as beg-
At Montemurlo still would be the Counts,

The Cerchi in the parish of Acone,

Perhaps in Valdigrieve the Buondelmonti.
Ever the intermingling of the people

Has been the source of malady in cities,
As in the body food it surfeits on ;
And a blind bull more headlong plunges down
Than a blind lamb; and very
often cuts

Better and more a single sword than five.

If Luni thou regard, and Urbisaglia,

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How they have passed away, and how are passing Chiusi and Sinigaglia after them,

To hear how races waste themselves away,

Will seem to thee no novel thing nor hard,
Seeing that even cities have an end.

All things of yours have their mortality,

Even as yourselves; but it is hidden in some
That a long while endure, and lives are short;

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And as the turning of the lunar heaven

Covers and bares the shores without a pause, In the like manner fortune doth with Florence. Therefore should not appear a marvellous thing 85 What I shall say of the great Florentines Of whom the fame is hidden in the Past. I saw the Ughi, saw the Catellini,

Filippi, Greci, Ormanni, and Alberichi,
Even in their fall illustrious citizens;
And saw, as mighty as they ancient were,
With him of La Sannella him of Arca,
And Soldanier, Ardinghi, and Bostichi.
Near to the gate that is at present laden

With a new felony of so much weight
That soon it shall be jetsam from the bark,
The Ravignani were, from whom descended

The County Guido, and whoe'er the name
Of the great Bellincione since hath taken.
He of La Pressa knew the art of ruling

Already, and already Galigajo

Had hilt and pommel gilded in his house. Mighty already was the Column Vair,

Sacchetti, Giuochi, Fifant, and Barucci,

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And Galli, and they who for the bushel blush. 105 The stock from which were the Calfucci born

Was great already, and already chosen
To curule chairs the Sizii and Arrigucci.

O how beheld I those who are undone

By their own pride! and how the Balls of Gold 110 Florence enflowered in all their mighty deeds!

So likewise did the ancestors of those

Who evermore, when vacant is your church,
Fatten by staying in consistory.

The insolent race, that like a dragon follows
Whoever flees, and unto him that shows
His teeth or purse is gentle as a lamb,
Already rising was, but from low people;

So that it pleased not Ubertin Donato

That his wife's father should make him their kin. Already had Caponsacco to the Market

From Fesole descended, and already Giuda and Infangato were good burghers. I'll tell a thing incredible, but true;

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One entered the small circuit by a gate Which from the Della Pera took its name! Each one that bears the beautiful escutcheon Of the great baron whose renown and name The festival of Thomas keepeth fresh, Knighthood and privilege from him received; Though with the populace unites himself To-day the man who binds it with a border. Already were Gualterotti and Importuni; And still more quiet would the Borgo be If with new neighbors it remained unfed. The house from which is born your lamentation, Through just disdain that death among you brought And put an end unto your joyous life,

Was honored in itself and its companions.

O Buondelmonte, how in evil hour

Thou fled'st the bridal at another's promptings!

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