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When by a tumult we were overtaken；
In the same way as he is who perceives
The boar and chase approaching to his stand；
Who hears the crashing of the beasts and branches；
And two behold！ upon our left…hand side；
Naked and scratched； fleeing so furiously；
That of the forest； every fan they broke。
He who was in advance： 〃Now help； Death； help！〃
And the other one； who seemed to lag too much；
Was shouting： 〃Lano； were not so alert
Those legs of thine at joustings of the Toppo！〃
And then； perchance because his breath was failing；
He grouped himself together with a bush。
Behind them was the forest full of black
She…mastiffs； ravenous； and swift of foot
As greyhounds； who are issuing from the chain。
On him who had crouched down they set their teeth；
And him they lacerated piece by piece；
Thereafter bore away those aching members。
Thereat my Escort took me by the hand；
And led me to the bush； that all in vain
Was weeping from its bloody lacerations。
〃O Jacopo；〃 it said； 〃of Sant' Andrea；
What helped it thee of me to make a screen？
What blame have I in thy nefarious life？〃
When near him had the Master stayed his steps；
He said： 〃Who wast thou； that through wounds so many
Art blowing out with blood thy dolorous speech？〃
And he to us： 〃O souls； that hither come
To look upon the shameful massacre
That has so rent away from me my leaves；
Gather them up beneath the dismal bush；
I of that city was which to the Baptist
Changed its first patron； wherefore he for this
Forever with his art will make it sad。
And were it not that on the pass of Arno
Some glimpses of him are remaining still；
Those citizens； who afterwards rebuilt it
Upon the ashes left by Attila；
In vain had caused their labour to be done。
Of my own house I made myself a gibbet。〃
Inferno： Canto XIV
Because the charity of my native place
Constrained me； gathered I the scattered leaves；
And gave them back to him； who now was hoarse。
Then came we to the confine； where disparted
The second round is from the third； and where
A horrible form of Justice is beheld。
Clearly to manifest these novel things；
I say that we arrived upon a plain；
Which from its bed rejecteth every plant；
The dolorous forest is a garland to it
All round about； as the sad moat to that；
There close upon the edge we stayed our feet。
The soil was of an arid and thick sand；
Not of another fashion made than that
Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed。
Vengeance of God； O how much oughtest thou
By each one to be dreaded； who doth read
That which was manifest unto mine eyes！
Of naked souls beheld I many herds；
Who all were weeping very miserably；
And over them seemed set a law diverse。
Supine upon the ground some folk were lying；
And some were sitting all drawn up together；
And others went about continually。
Those who were going round were far the more；
And those were less who lay down to their torment；
But had their tongues more loosed to lamentation。
O'er all the sand…waste； with a gradual fall；
Were raining down dilated flakes of fire；
As of the snow on Alp without a wind。
As Alexander； in those torrid parts
Of India； beheld upon his host
Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground。
Whence he provided with his phalanxes
To trample down the soil； because the vapour
Better extinguished was while it was single；
Thus was descending the eternal heat；
Whereby the sand was set on fire； like tinder
Beneath the steel； for doubling of the dole。
Without repose forever was the dance
Of miserable hands； now there； now here；
Shaking away from off them the fresh gleeds。
〃Master；〃 began I； 〃thou who overcomest
All things except the demons dire； that issued
Against us at the entrance of the gate；
Who is that mighty one who seems to heed not
The fire； and lieth lowering and disdainful；
So that the rain seems not to ripen him？〃
And he himself； who had become aware
That I was questioning my Guide about him；
Cried： 〃Such as I was living； am I； dead。
If Jove should weary out his smith； from whom
He seized in anger the sharp thunderbolt；
Wherewith upon the last day I was smitten；
And if he wearied out by turns the others
In Mongibello at the swarthy forge；
Vociferating； 'Help； good Vulcan； help！'
Even as he did there at the fight of Phlegra；
And shot his bolts at me with all his might；
He would not have thereby a joyous vengeance。〃
Then did my Leader speak with such great force；
That I had never heard him speak so loud：
〃O Capaneus； in that is not extinguished
Thine arrogance； thou punished art the more；
Not any torment； saving thine own rage；
Would be unto thy fury pain complete。〃
Then he turned round to me with better lip；
Saying： 〃One of the Seven Kings was he
Who Thebes besieged； and held； and seems to hold
God in disdain； and little seems to prize him；
But； as I said to him； his own despites
Are for his breast the fittest ornaments。
Now follow me； and mind thou do not place
As yet thy feet upon the burning sand；
But always keep them close unto the wood。〃
Speaking no word； we came to where there gushes
Forth from the wood a little rivulet；
Whose redness makes my hair still stand on end。
As from the Bulicame springs the brooklet；
The sinful women later share among them；
So downward through the sand it went its way。
The bottom of it； and both sloping banks；
Were made of stone； and the margins at the side；
Whence I perceived that there the passage was。
〃In all the rest which I have shown to thee
Since we have entered in within the gate
Whose threshold unto no one is denied；
Nothing has been discovered by thine eyes
So notable as is the present river；
Which all the little flames above it quenches。〃
These words were of my Leader； whence I prayed him
That he would give me largess of the food；
For which he had given me largess of desire。
〃In the mid…sea there sits a wasted land；〃
Said he thereafterward； 〃whose name is Crete；
Under whose king the world of old was chaste。
There is a mountain there； that once was glad
With waters and with leaves； which was called Ida；
Now 'tis deserted； as a thing worn out。
Rhea once chose it for the faithful cradle
Of her own son； and to conceal him better；
Whene'er he cried； she there had clamours made。
A grand old man stands in the mount erect；
Who holds his shoulders turned tow'rds Damietta；
And looks at Rome as if it were his mirror。
His head is fashioned of refined gold；
And of pure silver are the arms and breast；
Then he is brass as far down as the fork。
From that point downward all is chosen iron；
Save that the right foot is of kiln…baked clay；
And more he stands on that than on the other。
Each part； except the gold； is by a fissure
Asunder cleft； that dripping is with tears；
Which gathered together perforate that cavern。
From rock to rock they fall into this valley；
Acheron； Styx； and Phlegethon they form；
Then downward go alo