Onward we went with footsteps slow and scarce,
And I attentive to the shades I heard
Piteously weeping and bemoaning them;
And I by peradventure heard "Sweet Mary!"
Uttered in front of us amid the weeping
Even as a woman doth who is in child-birth;
And in continuance: "How poor thou wast
Is manifested by that hostelry

Where thou didst lay thy sacred burden down." Thereafterward I heard: "O good Fabricius, Virtue with poverty didst thou prefer

To the possession of great wealth with vice." So pleasurable were these words to me

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That I drew farther onward to have knowledge Touching that spirit whence they seemed to come. He furthermore was speaking of the largess Which Nicholas unto the maidens gave,

In order to conduct their youth to honor. "O soul that dost so excellently speak,

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Tell me who wast thou," said I, "and why only Thou dost renew these praises well deserved? 36 Not without recompense shall be thy word,

If I return to finish the short journey
Of that life which is flying to its end."
And he: "I'll tell thee, not for any comfort
I may expect from earth, but that so much
Grace shines in thee or ever thou art dead.

I was the root of that malignant plant

Which overshadows all the Christian world,

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But if Douay and Ghent and Lille and Bruges Had power, soon vengeance would be taken on it; And this I pray of Him who judges all.

Hugh Capet was I called upon the earth;

From me were born the Louises and Philips,

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By whom in later days hath France been governed. I was the son of a Parisian butcher,

What time the ancient kings had perished all,
Excepting one, contrite in cloth of gray.

I found me grasping in my hands the rein

Of the realm's government, and so great power Of new acquest, and so with friends abounding, That to the widowed diadem promoted

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The head of mine own offspring was, from whom The consecrated bones of these began.

So long as the great dowry of Provence

Out of my blood took not the sense of shame,
'T was little worth, but still it did no harm.
Then it began with falsehood and with force
Its rapine; and thereafter, for amends,
Took Ponthieu, Normandy, and Gascony.
Charles came to Italy, and for amends

A victim made of Conradin, and then
Thrust Thomas back to heaven, for amends.

A time I see, not very distant now,

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Which draweth forth another Charles from France, The better to make known both him and his. Unarmed he goes, and only with the lance

That Judas jousted with; and that he thrusts So that he makes the paunch of Florence burst.

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He thence not land, but sin and infamy,

Shall gain, so much more grievous to himself As the more light such damage he accounts. The other, now gone forth, ta'en in his ship,

See I his daughter sell, and chaffer for her As corsairs do with other female slaves. What more, O Avarice, canst thou do to us, Since thou my blood so to thyself hast drawn, It careth not for its own proper flesh? That less may seem the future ill and past, I see the flower-de-luce Alagna enter, And Christ in his own Vicar captive made. I see him yet another time derided;

I see renewed the vinegar and gall,

And between living thieves I see him slain. I see the modern Pilate so relentless,

This doth not sate him, but without decretal He to the temple bears his sordid sails! When, O my Lord! shall I be joyful made

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By looking on the vengeance which, concealed, 95 Makes sweet thine anger in thy secrecy?

What I was saying of that only bride

Of the Holy Ghost, and which occasioned thee To turn towards me for some commentary,

So long has been ordained to all our prayers

As the day lasts; but when the night comes on,
Contrary sound we take instead thereof.

At that time we repeat Pygmalion,
Of whom a traitor, thief, and parricide
Made his insatiable desire of gold;

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And the misery of avaricious Midas,

That followed his inordinate demand,

At which forevermore one needs must laugh. The foolish Achan each one then records,

And how he stole the spoils; so that the wrath 110 Of Joshua still appears to sting him here. Then we accuse Sapphira with her husband, We laud the hoof-beats Heliodorus had, And the whole mount in infamy encircles Polymnestor who murdered Polydorus.

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Here finally is cried: 'O Crassus, tell us,
For thou dost know, what is the taste of gold?'
Sometimes we speak, one loud, another low,

According to desire of speech, that spurs us
To greater now and now to lesser pace.
But in the good that here by day is talked of,
Erewhile alone I was not; yet near by
No other person lifted up his voice."
From him already we departed were,

And made endeavor to o'ercome the road

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As much as was permitted to our power, When I perceived, like something that is falling, The mountain tremble, whence a chill seized on me, As seizes him who to his death is going. Certes so violently shook not Delos,

Before Latona made her nest therein

To give birth to the two eyes of the heaven.
upon all sides there began a cry,

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Such that the Master drew himself towards me,
Saying, "Fear not, while I am guiding thee."

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"Gloria in excelsis Deo," all

Were saying, from what near I comprehended,

Where it was possible to hear the cry.

We paused immovable and in suspense,

Even as the shepherds who first heard that song, 140 Until the trembling ceased, and it was finished. Then we resumed again our holy path,

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Watching the shades that lay upon the ground, Already turned to their accustomed plaint. No ignorance ever with so great a strife Had rendered me importunate to know, If erreth not in this my memory, As meditating then I seemed to have; Neither from haste to question did I dare, Nor of myself I there could aught perceive; 150 So I went onward timorous and thoughtful.

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Excepting with the water for whose grace The woman of Samaria besought,

Put me in travail, and haste goaded me

Along the encumbered path behind my Leader, s And I was pitying that righteous vengeance. And lo! in the same manner as Luke writeth That Christ appeared to two upon the way From the sepulchral cave already risen,